Everyone was dead. The microwave was still buzzing with sadistic pleasure. Anthony grinned, lying on his belly on the kitchen counter, nose pressed to the window, lipstick smeared all over his nasty little mouth. The plastic from a few naked Barbie dolls he stole from school and a handful of green plastic soldiers, goop slowly flowing together on the floor of the microwave in a puddle of his boiling piss. The stink was awful.
And Anthony thought to himself, "If my piss is boiling, why isn't it evaporating?" For something deep and dangerous inside him told him that he'd been lying there for three days, at least. He realized this must be his Hannuka miracle. Then he turned back into as mongoose, hopped off the counter, scurried outside and ate a snake.
And Anthony thought to himself, "If my piss is boiling, why isn't it evaporating?" For something deep and dangerous inside him told him that he'd been lying there for three days, at least. He realized this must be his Hannuka miracle. Then he turned back into as mongoose, hopped off the counter, scurried outside and ate a snake.
haha very disturbing. The imagery is so vibrant I could unfortunately smell boiling piss. :(
ReplyDeleteThere is something distinctly Zen koan-like about this tale of lost innocence and the madness of childhood. The imagery is vibrant because it is real; barely locked away in us all. This tale opens a trapdoor in the basement of our repressions.
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