Eerie, Indiana fanfiction
Written for the 31_days prompt, "Sneakers":
On the day of their release, a huge banner advertising the new Sky-Monsters Tri (exclusive, limited edition glow-in-the-dark slap bracelet free with every pair sold, while stocks last) hung outside the World o’ Stuff. Stacks of white, blue and green striped boxes filled the shop front, and painted teens of questionable proportions skateboarded and played basketball across the display glass.
(When it was first unrevealed in the weeks preceding the launch, Mars joked that if Sara Sue had still been in Eerie, she might have taken to crossing the street to avoid it, lest the urge to pull out a pencil and correct some of the more obvious flaws - or just smash the window entirely - overwhelm her better instincts. Syndi, who had won a local contest for the honour of making said painting, had punched him.)
Simon stood in front of the shop, feeling the rainwater trickling inside the layers of duct-tape which held his Sky Monsters Part Two (with bubble sole!) together. His mismatched socks were cold and wet and his toes were already numb, and yet, the Sky Monsters Tri (triple extreme athletic!) called to him, their siren song of enhanced radness and three-colour laces whispering of greater hang-time and boosted popularity.
The door to the World o’ Stuff swung open, setting the tiny silver bells to jingling. A middle-aged man with a ponytail and a red tie patterned in gold dollar signs stepped outside, his smile broad and inviting and full of teeth. It faltered when he saw Simon.
Simon stared. The Donald stared back. A fine rain continued to fall, and the holographic Sky Monsters Tri logo reflected and refracted the droplets, glittering in the World o’ Stuff’s large bay window.
Simon spun on one duct-taped heel and sprinted down Front Street as fast as a ten year old in over-priced tennis shoes could possibly go. The Donald pulled a mobile phone from his suit jacket and went back inside to make some calls.
On the day of their release, a huge banner advertising the new Sky-Monsters Tri (exclusive, limited edition glow-in-the-dark slap bracelet free with every pair sold, while stocks last) hung outside the World o’ Stuff. Stacks of white, blue and green striped boxes filled the shop front, and painted teens of questionable proportions skateboarded and played basketball across the display glass.
(When it was first unrevealed in the weeks preceding the launch, Mars joked that if Sara Sue had still been in Eerie, she might have taken to crossing the street to avoid it, lest the urge to pull out a pencil and correct some of the more obvious flaws - or just smash the window entirely - overwhelm her better instincts. Syndi, who had won a local contest for the honour of making said painting, had punched him.)
Simon stood in front of the shop, feeling the rainwater trickling inside the layers of duct-tape which held his Sky Monsters Part Two (with bubble sole!) together. His mismatched socks were cold and wet and his toes were already numb, and yet, the Sky Monsters Tri (triple extreme athletic!) called to him, their siren song of enhanced radness and three-colour laces whispering of greater hang-time and boosted popularity.
The door to the World o’ Stuff swung open, setting the tiny silver bells to jingling. A middle-aged man with a ponytail and a red tie patterned in gold dollar signs stepped outside, his smile broad and inviting and full of teeth. It faltered when he saw Simon.
Simon stared. The Donald stared back. A fine rain continued to fall, and the holographic Sky Monsters Tri logo reflected and refracted the droplets, glittering in the World o’ Stuff’s large bay window.
Simon spun on one duct-taped heel and sprinted down Front Street as fast as a ten year old in over-priced tennis shoes could possibly go. The Donald pulled a mobile phone from his suit jacket and went back inside to make some calls.