STOLEN WORLDS
Honey, I’m Home
A story of loss and redemption
The girl bursts into his lair, a small, comfy house, carved into the trunk of a gigantic tree, in the middle of the park. Examining the short, rotund being wearing only a red shirt, no pants, with a pet pig, she quizzically asks, “You’re the Master? Really?”
“Yes. I am the Master — of the Golden Nectar. And who are you, child?”
“No need for introductions. I’m here to slay you and then off to prom. Do you like my new dress. I got it special, for my dreamy,” she replies, matter-of-factly.
“Slay me? But why?”, the master squawks, horrified.
She looks perplexed. “Duh! Because you're a monster! You were going to cut out my friend’s heart and eat it. Pure monster.”
“I wasn’t going to eat it. I was just gonna taste it,” the Master exclaims.
“Doesn’t make it any better, you know,” she rejoins.
With the dexterity of a trained gymnast, she cartwheels over to the Master and expertly drives a stake through his heart. As the stake pierces the little yellow bear’s heart, he murmurs, “Oh, bother,” and turns to dust.
Taking a pot of honey from the table, she enquires, “ Is there any toast?”
I was inspired to write this story by Patrick Metzger’s story Back of Beyond, and one of my childhood heroes.
Paul Mansfield is a writer, a photographer, a guitar player, a philosopher — some he does well, some not so well, but he still tries them all.
You can follow him on Twitter @pmansfield.
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