“Did you notice a girl? She ran be this way… maybe an hour ago.” Barry looks at his diminutive counterpart.
His eyes notice the old house. Great spidling detail with cracked flakes of paint that should have been white at one time.
“Seen noone, slick. It’s not where you turn a little piece run…. loose.” Sly spits out a watermelon seed. It beautifully arches ten feet landing on the toe of brand new white shoes.
Barry kicks toe clear of seed. “Its important. She isn’t the kind to be, well here.”
“You don’t like MY neighborhood?!” Sly sits up his fill four feet. He slips a knife through the watermelon. The blade slides effortlessly. A single stream of juice bleeds across the red table. But dark tiny eyes burn against Barry’s skin.
“Dude, just looking for my girl. I never spent time here. You circus people don’t seem to like…. My people being around. I feel the looks.” Barry standing slightly slumped. His back curls and he tries not to look normal. “Seriously, if you seen her..”
“You are what, a model? Us circus people are so judgemental. What would a normal girl do here? I’d love to have, say dinner with one like her.” Sly takes a napkin and wipes his mouth. The white napkin shows of his rudy hands with yellow nails.
“Did you see her?” Barry stands tall and steps toward the porch.
“See her?! We had mystery dinner tonite. It served twelve of us. I even had room for dessert.” Sly spits out a fingernail. The silver ombre tip catches the light. “Watermelon? It’s National Watermelon Day!”
“Is that what i think it is?!” Barry shakes.
“Genius it’s a watermelon!” Sly smiles a crooked smile.
Watermelon blood, rudy hairs, and then Sly spits out the fingernail . . . .
As always, a wonderfully creepy installment in your tales of the darker side.
How to Serve For[ty] Humans . . .
Thanks for playing along.
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Oops, rudy hands! I’ve been doing that a lot lately. I should do a piece without correcting the words my fingers, rather than my mind, dictates.
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i have an autocorrect poem every once in a while. But i always translate back to English below it
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I’ve read your auto correct poems — interesting pieces.
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Just an example of well intended help. 🙃
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You would need another person to serve forty. All them although at least one character a happy ending
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Good response Mark, thanks for adding to this week’s tale weaver..
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Thank you 🙂
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I think he is more interested in the watermelon than the girl!
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Which is a little more disturbing to me. 🙂
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Hahaha! True!!
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Reblogged this on Blog Pad 2017.
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