Location: Unknown until the end

Dusti and I were on a common daily stroll around whatever town we were in... we have been to so many places that I sometimes lose track.

We strolled into a liquor store to pick up some optimum necessities for the house. When we got into the liquor store we assembled what we needed and went to the counter to pay. The store clerk was a tall man about 6 foot 240 pounds, white male and appeared to be in his 40’s. He was wearing a green with red trim smock, it had his name tag that read Dom Perignon. He had his back turned to us as he watched a boxing match on an old television.

I always liked to use peoples names when I could, “hey Dom who’s winning?”

He replied, “Ali’s got Tyson on the ropes” and gave us our change.

We exited the store. Around the next block was a school with the playground running parallel with the sidewalk. The kids were on recess and upon first glance, both of our attention was caught by this peculiar looking boy in the sandbox. This pale-faced black haired boy had chalk and crayons in a bucket and was playing with them, but that was not the bizarre part. He was eating them interchangeably along with small handfuls of sand at some intervals. The other children were no where to be found around this boy. It was almost as if they did not notice his existence. I found this sort of weird because, as a kid, I would have been intrigued with this boy and allowed him to entertain me.

The outcast suddenly noticed our interest in his actions, got up and walked toward us, almost as if he was gliding. When he reached us he went straight into his speech,

“You know, I do those crazy things just to see if anyone will notice me. I hate to have to get attention that way but no one seems to care. How was he today? You know you really shouldn’t try to make him mad. He likes me, the other kids don’t, he says I’m special.”

“Who’s he?” I asked.

“You know him, the clerk.”

“You mean Dom?”

“Dom’s my friend, but don’t make him mad.”

“What does Dom do when he gets mad?”

“He hurts me.”

“What, wait right here just a second.”

Dusti and I run into the store, I jump over the counter grab Dom by the hair and slam his head into the table. Dusti grabs him by the ear and throws him over the counter. I get him to stand up by pulling him up by his nostrils and drag him outside to where the kid is.

I scream, “see him, apologize right now!”

Dom replies, “see who, what the hell is going on?”

“The kid! see him?”

“What kid?”

Dusti and I both look, the kid had vanished. All the other kids were still outside playing, and the kid’s pail and crayons were still lying there.

I say, “don’t think you're getting off this easy!”

We drag him into the school to escort him to the principal's office to call the police and get to the bottom of this.

Needless to say, the kid was dead. We were talking to his ghost, Dom molested him while the principal watched. Yeah, she was in on it the whole time.  She was the one that killed the kid, buried him in the sandbox, then covered the whole thing up and this was all a dream set in part by the purple people eaters. The end.

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“Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the Weather.”

― Bill Hicks

Written by,

Gunja Dunn