They placed the reales across the white poorly drawn circle lines. Suddenly, the room became darker as if the sunlight had been flicked off with a switch. Mama was not home, neither was Papa- that meant a house party could be thrown. But Jesus frowned, being in a new place was rather unnerving. New friends had to be made, and the boxes still needed to be unpacked. Boxes of mostly stuff that at this point might not even contain things that could make him smile. The parents worked for their own company, and needed to travel to spread news of their business. Jesus tried to brush these thoughts out of his mind to focus on his work. There was a burst of a strong gust of wind that filled the tiny bedroom- the walls seemed to creak as though something was getting ready to burst out of them.
Jesus stepped back and their eyes opened wide. Tons of pink confetti shot out from the circle that had been drawn on the wooden floor. Jesus gaped at the being before their presence. This thing (whatever it was Jesus had no clue) towered over Jesus' presence. It bowed before Jesus, with a cheeky grin.
In a flash, it snapped its fingers, and Jesus was now in a golden robe. "Yoh, what's the big deal- why you finna tryin' to mess up my drip?"
The being was taken aback. It leaned forward. Then waved its hands back and forth trying to get the confetti out of the way.
Chcukles burst out from the bottom of the thing's gut. Jesus witnessed it slap its knee, and grin, again.
Jesus scoffed. "What the heck...who are you supposed to be anyway?"
The being roared and then replied, "I have come from the netherworld, to grant your every wish!"
Jesus rolled his eyes. "So, you're a genie? Huh, yeah right!"
There was a loud poofing sound. The being shook his head, and said, "Okay, I see I have to convince you, and make you a believer."
Jesus then remembered something that Mama had once told her beloved child. "Some powerful beings from the other side are not to be messed with."
There was no telling what the being had in mind. Jesus just hoped things would not get out of control.
The being stared into Jesus' eyes. It reached in, and found what it needed.
Jesus didn't realize what it was doing. At this point, the only thing that Jesus now thought of was being surrounded by their favorite things:
Red drips on white roses and whiskers on littens
Bright copper dribbles and warm woolen trinkets
Brown paper packages tied up thanks to amaz(e)on
These are a few of my favorite things...
While Jesus' mind wandered into their own world, the being was busy at work. The parents at this time were about to turn onto 13 Milky Way. They were about to park in their driveway when a giant boulder came out of nowhere, crashing them as soon as they placed their hands on the car doors.
Jesus felt a sharp switch from the daydream to a surge of pain that felt like being hit by a train. The sound of chuckles rose, surrounding Jesus' eardrums. The chuckling crescendoed until Jesus felt another wave of pain, this time from near their ears. Jesus placed both hands by their ears, and slowly wiped something off of them.
Jesus stared at the sight of their own blood that was coming from their ears.
The being was still cackling at this point. Jesus tried to scream, but the thing had sealed Jesus' mouth shut. It was as if glue had been placed between both of Jesus' lips.
Jesus closed their eyes, and wished that it could all be over. There was a moment of silence, and Jesus opened their eyes.
The being was still in the bedroom. Its head plopped off its shoulders, and spun around its neck. The thing raised its hands, and dunked its head into Jesus' basketball net. "Oh, look at that maybe I can join the NBA after my tormenting contract comes to an end."
Jesus bemt down on his knees. The being shook his head. "Nah...that's now how this works. Once I am placed on call, I can not take anything back."
The being bent down and picked its head. It stretched, and yawned. "I am beat, kid. I have got to skedaddle to my next gig. It was fancy meeting you in this lifetime. Guess I'll see you in the next one."
In a burst of another tons of pink confetti, the being was whisked away to his next appointment.
#PinkConfetti. (c) 7th Oct., 2022.
Two young girls holding hands
Hiding from a world that won't understand
Being kids and hoping for change
They continued hiding their pain
Two teen girls still in love
Find themselves covered in blood
Black and blue and red and cut
Living would never be enough
Two young women try to hide
But one girl's father discovered the lie
He made her take a final breath
Forced into a waltz with death
One young woman filled with rage
Decided it was time to turn the page
A father dead and sacrifice made
That one woman join the other in the grave
Two dead women finally free
Able to thrive where no one can see
Eternal flames light their path
Hope you do nothing to invoke their wrath
Those who beat and hate
Cannot escape their fate
Two ghost cry
And never die