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John A.
**This short story is included in the collection Bedtime Stories For The Damned**
Six people woke up this morning.
Six contestants spread across the small city of Solo, Texas. All playing a twisted man's game.
A man that may be more than he seems at first glance.
John A. is coming, and you have no choice but to play his deadly game.
Descriptions are silly. Here's a
Master of Ceremonies
His eyes opened at 5:45 AM when his iPod started blasting Hey Joe. He sat up on the edge of the hotel bed and stretched. After turning down the volume, he headed to the shower.
As he showered, he thought of all the prizes he planned to leave around the city, and all the contestants that would play his game today.
He dried off and got dressed in the black suit, peak lapelled and vented in the back, that he bought special for the occasion. He tied his narrow, black tie (four-in-hands knot) and folded down the short collar of his fitted dress shirt. He checked to make sure that his custom crisscrossed scythe cufflinks were straight.
They were.
He pulled on the black wingtips with the skull broguing on both toes. He tied them and stood.
Taking a deep breath, he appraised himself in the mirror. He ran his hand across the low burr of hair on his head, liking the way it looked with the day old growth on his face. He turned his head, checking the strong jaw line.
He liked it.
It fit.
He tried out a smile. The left corner of his lips lifted a little higher than the right, giving the illusion of a smirk he hadn’t meant.
He liked that as well.
He grabbed the felt fedora from the corner of the bed and tried it on. He tilted it at different angles and finally decided against it.
He smiled at himself, turned away, and walked over to the small sack that sat on the table. He pulled out the first prize.
A red delicious.
“Rather fitting,” he murmured as he placed the sack, one apple lighter, onto the ground by the door.
He walked back to the table and placed the red delicious in the center.
Holding the apple steady with his left hand, he pulled the stem from it and dropped the woody piece into his pocket.
He admired the way the black smiley face he’d branded into the skin of the apple reflected the light that hung from above the table.
He placed the fedora over the apple and stepped away from it with slow and careful steps. Picking up the small sack, he walked out the door, making sure it didn’t slam, but instead clicked shut.
Five more apples needed to find a home.
Six people woke up this morning.
Six contestants spread across the small city of Solo, Texas. All playing a twisted man's game.
A man that may be more than he seems at first glance.
John A. is coming, and you have no choice but to play his deadly game.
Descriptions are silly. Here's a
Master of Ceremonies
His eyes opened at 5:45 AM when his iPod started blasting Hey Joe. He sat up on the edge of the hotel bed and stretched. After turning down the volume, he headed to the shower.
As he showered, he thought of all the prizes he planned to leave around the city, and all the contestants that would play his game today.
He dried off and got dressed in the black suit, peak lapelled and vented in the back, that he bought special for the occasion. He tied his narrow, black tie (four-in-hands knot) and folded down the short collar of his fitted dress shirt. He checked to make sure that his custom crisscrossed scythe cufflinks were straight.
They were.
He pulled on the black wingtips with the skull broguing on both toes. He tied them and stood.
Taking a deep breath, he appraised himself in the mirror. He ran his hand across the low burr of hair on his head, liking the way it looked with the day old growth on his face. He turned his head, checking the strong jaw line.
He liked it.
It fit.
He tried out a smile. The left corner of his lips lifted a little higher than the right, giving the illusion of a smirk he hadn’t meant.
He liked that as well.
He grabbed the felt fedora from the corner of the bed and tried it on. He tilted it at different angles and finally decided against it.
He smiled at himself, turned away, and walked over to the small sack that sat on the table. He pulled out the first prize.
A red delicious.
“Rather fitting,” he murmured as he placed the sack, one apple lighter, onto the ground by the door.
He walked back to the table and placed the red delicious in the center.
Holding the apple steady with his left hand, he pulled the stem from it and dropped the woody piece into his pocket.
He admired the way the black smiley face he’d branded into the skin of the apple reflected the light that hung from above the table.
He placed the fedora over the apple and stepped away from it with slow and careful steps. Picking up the small sack, he walked out the door, making sure it didn’t slam, but instead clicked shut.
Five more apples needed to find a home.
62 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 28, 2012
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