My face melts off so I pick it up and put it back on, runny and twisted as it is. Putting on my shoes, lumpy black things that look more fitting for a janitor, I step outside into the fresh, early morning air.
A Boy Scout troop is collecting dandelion specimens from my front yard. Their leader is blowing a whistle and shouting at them to collect more, more! Eventually, they all spot me. One of them shouts: “Oh God, look at that guy’s face!”
The leader blows his whistle furiously and says, “I think it’s best we get outta here.”
A little kid who has been busy urinating in the corner of the yard runs up to me and shoves a wad of grass down my pants before hurrying to catch up with the other boys.
“Yeah!” I call after him. “Well you’re fat!” But he isn’t fat at all. My face, however, is indeed hideous.
I go back inside, remove my face, and throw it in the trashcan.
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