by Nicole Chin
In a world terrorized by a mysterious criminal organization that recruits children as its foot soldiers, a boy reflects on the journey - steeped in a cocktail of friendship and fear - that has drawn his life past the point of no return.
I MADE A KID cry last Thursday. On the sidewalk, when I was coming out of the hospital. He was this cherub kid with a cloud of blond hair. What’s worse was how happy he was. His dad had him on his hip, talking to the kid about the zoo or something with animals. Zebras and orangutans.
The kid took one look at me and started to cry. And I mean cry. Like the buckets of snot and drool followed by a good half an hour of hyperventilating kind of cry.
Then his dad crossed the street and I stood there patting the eye bandage that was stretched across my face. I thought maybe he was crying because I had started to bleed again, which meant I’d have to go back into the hospital and get someone to help me, make sure I wasn’t bleeding out of something important like an artery or a vein or something brain-related.
People around me at the stoplight made a big effort not to look at me for too long. They glanced over and then made sure they didn’t look. I don’t know if that’s better or worse than the kid crying.
GREG STABBED ME ABOVE the eyeball with a plastic spoon. The handle of it. I had forgotten to fill the car’s tank, so he took a spoon from the fast food bag sitting in the front seat and rammed it into my head. It was his twenty-sixth birthday. The birthday thing is more important to know than the spoon thing.
This was after he told me about his run in with Tarek, the guy he beat up in the back stairwell of the university library, the one that’s all cement, the one where all the students go to fuck. I know this because Greg told me that when he was grinding Tarek’s face into the mesh metal screen underneath the banister, he spotted a used condom.
“Makes sense right?” Greg said. “Studying’s stressful.”
I don’t know why Greg said this; he never made it past grade ten.
about the author
NICOLE CHIN is the author of the House of Anansi Press Digital Short, “Shooting the Bitch”, which received the McIllquham Foundation Prize for best original short story. Her work has appeared in Joyland Magazine and others. She has been long-listed for the House of Anansi Broken Social Scene Short Story Contest and was the recipient of the Helen Richards Campbell Memorial Award. She is a graduate of the MFA in Creative Writing program at the University of Guelph and is currently working on a novel.
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