Author’s Note: I submitted this for a Silence and Starsong flash fiction contest. I didn’t win, alas. So I decided to put this up as a little something for paid subscribers. To know more about the paid perks, click here.
For as long as I can remember, there was something off about the family television—it talked to me, over and over again. It even has a name: Emilia. My parents thought I was crazy, sent me to a psychologist. Thankfully for little old me, the shrink gave me a clean bill of health.
But that was not the end of that.