Drive Through Nursing Home
Hey man, let's stop by the drive through nursing home.
'Okay.'
I pulled up to the menu
'Uh, I'll have a septuagenarian widower whose hobbies include
pottery (specializing in lawn ornaments) and taxidermy.'
You want anything?
'Nah.'
Alright.
I drove around and handed the register
jockey twelve bucks.
He just stared at me.
Stared into me
and through me
Simultaneously.
At that moment,
I realized that I did
not know where I was
or why I was there
or who was in my car.
I did know
that the kid on the register
was not some kid on the register,
but a subterranean genie who
had trapped me
in his spindly game.
His fingers splintered into
flowing walls of fishscales.
His nose pulsated into a
badge of strobing
iron-grey light.
His eyes continued to stare,
even as he shimmered and
flickered.
A cold gate opened
between me and the
window.
His tongue extended
through the gate
and down my throat.
'Bite down. It's time to take your medicine.'
I gulped.
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