Take the Boy
In looking through my laptop backup directory for something else entirely, i found a piece of flash i wrote a couple of years ago. I don't know if i ever posted it here or at the flash fiction community we had going, but looking it over, i'm pretty proud of it. I changed two words in it this time, to make voice of one of the characters a bit more consistent, but this is basically how it was when i first wrote it.
(For the record, i wrote it before i'd ever seen Supernatural. Reading through it now makes it look a bit like a weird sort of Hunter fanfic, but it wasn't.)
Take the Boy
Take the boy, for instance.
What about him?
Just look at him. The way he smells everything. Right now he’s got his damn face down in the grass next to the dog shit.
Doesn’t mean nothin.
Doesn’t mean nothin, shit. He ain’t right.
He’s had to live through a lot.
So’s lots of people. I’ve seen half my family dead or dismembered at this point, you don’t see me sniffing dog shit.
That’s different.
Different how?
Just...different. Dunno. It isn’t that he’s seen his family killed, it’s how it happened.
What, aliens sucked their goddamn brains?
That’s what he said. True or not, it was weird.
And what i say’s he’s a damn fool boy with shit for brains. Look-he’s got his face in the garbage can now.
He scored really high on his I.Q. tests.
He’s got his FACE in the GARBAGE can. Besides, how do you explain last night?
Maybe it was a bad dream. Sleepwalking.
Then why’d he have a knife?
I still don’t think it’s anything to get worked up about.
(For the record, i wrote it before i'd ever seen Supernatural. Reading through it now makes it look a bit like a weird sort of Hunter fanfic, but it wasn't.)
Take the Boy
Take the boy, for instance.
What about him?
Just look at him. The way he smells everything. Right now he’s got his damn face down in the grass next to the dog shit.
Doesn’t mean nothin.
Doesn’t mean nothin, shit. He ain’t right.
He’s had to live through a lot.
So’s lots of people. I’ve seen half my family dead or dismembered at this point, you don’t see me sniffing dog shit.
That’s different.
Different how?
Just...different. Dunno. It isn’t that he’s seen his family killed, it’s how it happened.
What, aliens sucked their goddamn brains?
That’s what he said. True or not, it was weird.
And what i say’s he’s a damn fool boy with shit for brains. Look-he’s got his face in the garbage can now.
He scored really high on his I.Q. tests.
He’s got his FACE in the GARBAGE can. Besides, how do you explain last night?
Maybe it was a bad dream. Sleepwalking.
Then why’d he have a knife?
I still don’t think it’s anything to get worked up about.