This is a story about a boy and his bully.
Ten Years Later
The pigeon flew toward my face on the crowded main street. A clip on the forehead by a claw but a near miss. The same threat from looming faces.
Two women trundled over to ask if I was all right. One of them dragged a child.
“Good Jesus, you’re lucky he didn’t take your eye out! And we only saw The Birds last night,” she blared, half at me, half at her companion who swished her fingers in the sign of a cross on her chest.
“That happened to me in Venice. This bould little thing throwing peanuts at me,” she said, shaking her shackled arm with the little culprit who at the end of it, eye level with one large brown button restraining an apocalyptic bosom.
The little girl was about eight. She seemed to be in shock, her face bookended by two hot ears. Her face wore an impossible expression, one that implicated her as the perpetrator of my attack. I was handed a tissue.
“Thank you,” I said, trying to wipe the funky volucrine invasion from my face.
They smiled perfunctorily, advised me to see a doctor for a shot, and took their leave. For no reason I could account for, I found myself glaring after the little girl being hauled away. She peered back at me. In a silent gesture she placed her hand upon her chest like an idol. It filled me with a sense of doom.
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She Tied To A Tree
Awoke by bushes fingers that too and something else something wrong yes awoke noticed limbs tied to a tree did he to her with it not-heavy she pulled a limb tight very a mouth felt inside head knew there may be a hole where the mouth wore in there a Continue reading ““She Tied To A Tree” – short fiction”
This is a partially fictional piece about some of the things I do not remember.