Microfiction: Beautiful Monsters by Kannan Feng
Beautiful Monsters
by Kannan Feng
He called himself a doctor, but I knew better.
He had a slick black bag and he came to the pleasure quarters looking for boys who are strange, like Liss with the thin stripe of fur down his back, or Edmé, with the mouthful of wolf’s teeth. It was only a matter of time before he found me, and on the shortest night of the year, I was standing in front of the man who wasn’t a doctor, one nervous hand at my throat.
“Come now,” he said. “Don’t be shy.”
I couldn’t read anything behind his round green spectacles, so instead of trying, I unfastened my collar, keeping my eyes on the ground.
“How extraordinary,” he whispered.
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