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Idiot Savant
Augie's mother was screaming, not that it made nevermind to Augie, who went on munching his peanut butter and ketchup sandwich with bovine complacency.
"Augie! Stop smacking your lips or I'll smack 'em for you."
She hovered in the periphery of his consciousness like a dim pink clown on a cribside mobile, out of focus, just another source of irrelevant noise. Augie liked the sound of eating, the cause and effect, each bite-chew-smack releasing a satisfying burst of tangy nutty yumminess into his mouth. He also liked smashing toys, passing gas and playing with himself. Nothing else paid off.
Bite-chew-smack. Yum!
Bite-chew-smack. Yum!
Bite-chew…
Whack!
Despite its predictability, Augie didn't like pain. It made him scream, and if he screamed he couldn't stop until his voice quit, or they pushed the needle in his skin, or sometimes he'd forget to breathe and fall asleep and wake up with a headache and… there was no yumminess.
So, he screamed and screamed and screamed. But this time he could taste them: blue, and yummy. As he lay on his back tasting his new blue screams, the Mommy-woman's head floated in. He thought he was going to get more pain because her face was twisted up like a dishrag and screaming too, but her hands were on her ears and red juice was dripping, then gushing until she flopped on the floor and went quiet.
Pain. Blue scream. Red juice. Quiet.
Augie stopped screaming blue screams and smiled.
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Comment by: - 2008-01-21 07:26
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| James, you're always good for trotting out some twisted characters in a wonderfully, macabre plot / setting. This is just another one of your mini-masterpieces ... the colors, maaaaan... |
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Comment by: Juan2 Online- 2008-01-20 19:40
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Made me think of the old cartoons where one of the characters (usually a viking woman in an opera) starts singing and all the glass in the room breaks. Put my mind on the track of a twisted savant - one who only wants something with yumminess in life and has suddenly found that his singing - which comes at an octave nobody else can reach and brings a lot of pain - has that yumminess, hence his smile at the end there. So twisted, creepy and cool. Like an Idiot Savant supervillain - seen other stories with savant singers, but this guy uses his ability for bad. I really like that different aspect.
happy writings. |
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Comment by: Louise - 2008-01-20 19:09
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| Hmmm... I saw the blue screams as singing...possibly high enough to burst Augie's mother's eardrums? But then again, dunno if that was what subtopic meant? Nice use of description and colour tho, I like it |
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dunno about the idiot part, either. I know way too many teenagers that chew like cattle. I wanna pop each one of them. :-)
Of course, one could argue that the teens are idiots too, and I wouldn't disagree.
Anyhow, this was a riot to read, now ya just gotta make Augie briliant at something - maybe "singing in the pain?" |
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He screamed her to death by busting her eardrums, making her bleed to death?
Like Arley said-gotta make him a genius at something other than murder, I think.
Got the idiot down to a tee though. |
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