Sunday, August 19, 2007

Zoology 101

Mark put both hands around the body of the tiny, orange tabby he'd found in the woods behind his foster home amongst its 4 dead brothers and sisters and submerged it in the full sink until the bubbles stopped. He wrapped it in a thick, white towel that smelled strongly of chlorine, stuck his head out the bathroom door, looked around several times, then scampered to his bedroom.

Locking the door behind him, he pushed six or seven copies of Spiderman comic books and one well-read copy of Crime and Punishment off his tiny desk and spread the towel open on its surface. He held a ruler along the tabby's length. Six inches from nose to tail-

A knock came on the door. Mark quickly wrapped the tabby in the towel and put it in the top desk drawer. He opened the door. It was Claude, his foster father, a tall, light-skinned black man whose face was hidden behind black and white curly whiskers and whose average-length penis fit effortlessly into Mark's anus when it was properly lubricated with enough saliva.

"What you doing, boy?"

"Homework-"

"All right. I was just checkin on ya." Claude laughed and shook his head. "You got more homework than any first grade kid I know." He shut the door behind him.

Mark locked it and pulled the tabby out of the drawer, along with a stained straight razor Claude had been missing since Mark had been placed in his home six months before. He pulled his shorts and underwear off and leaned back, snapping his arms forward so that his elbows popped, then hunched over the tabby as he drew the razor down its plump belly. As usual, the congealed blood seeped out first, trickling purple over the white-orange fur of the tabby's stomach, followed by the mixed wires of the thing's slimed, fatty innards.

Mark stood up, gathered the guts in his right hand and shoved them back into the carcass. He then slipped his minute erection into the incision and smashed the tabby against his pelvis, his eyes rolling back in his head, a longed-for sigh escaping his lungs, the thought of his only acquaintance at school, a small dark-haired boy with dimples named Daniel Riley, the only occupant of his brain.

3 comments:

JoeM said...

Misa, you're scaring me.

But you're definitely A Writer.

Mat said...

Seriously disturbing, but good.

Anonymous said...

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