Sunday, October 12, 2008
FAT MAN (Halloween flash fiction)
This bit of flash fiction is for Charles...
Snaking lines gawked as the rubes smacked down their coin to be reassured of their own humanity. He sat in silence and let them shake their heads at his unimaginable girth. How could he walk? How could he take care of himself? Who would love him? And having sated themselves, the people returned to their homes and did the things that defined them as less than God.
When the lights dimmed and the carnival at last quieted, he sat in the blackness and tested the air. Slipping into the night, he whimpered as the hunger built. Mole-like eyes shined as he tasted the air and began to feed. He shoveled in the greed, the selfishness, the jealousy. He paused to savor the anger, but not too long for there was so much else to tempt him at this buffet. He devoured the shame, the prejudice, and the black misery. The hatred was so rich that he almost had to turn away.
And for dessert? All the despair, loathing, and foulness that waited for a young life still in its womb. That was the best. Yes. Stealing that little one’s future was sweetest. Untested. Foulness unspent. He would savor it and let the innocent emerge into the world a blank.
Deliciously stuffed, he crept back into the tent.