the cannibal boy
His name was David. He lived alone following his
parents’ deaths and had a wide, innocent face.
Two police officers assigned to the case wanted to
go in guns blazing, but we neighbors all liked David
and knew he’d come peacefully. So I slid down the
embankment and walked straight into his back yard,
interrupting him in the act of barbecue. Smoke
billowed up in huge swaths, shrouding his face,
I must admit, somewhat demonically in grey. . .
“Gothic Bits” comprises nine flash fiction pieces. Stepping Stones Magazine: ssmalmia.com/2012/gothic-bits.