Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Ricky


Seen on the Brown Line to Kimball at about 8:30 a.m. 

Ricky wishes people would stop staring at him. It makes him feel guilty. He puts his hands up to his face to cover it from their amused and judging eyes; he feels how much higher the beard grows on his right cheek, how much wider his left sideburn is, how much thicker the hair is on his chin.

That morning, his sister Rosa gave his beard a sharp tug and laughed at his yelp of pain.

“What the hell?! I’m growing it out so I can be Wolfman for Halloween, okay?”

She poked him in the stomach over and over again with her long fake nails. “You’re too skinny to be a wolf, stupid. Who would be scared of a little guy like you? Wolf puppy, wolf puppy—“

Ricky slapped her hand away. “At least I can grow a beard, unlike your ugly-ass boyfriend,” he snarled. “Didn’t know you were into boys who haven’t hit puberty yet.”

“Marco is more of a man than you’ll ever be, perrito.”

Ricky felt the bile rise in his throat. His chest heaved up and down with rage. His nose flared at the acrid smell of her insult. With a growl he slashed at Rosa’s terrified face. 

You guys: math is hard. In other news, Leta's amazing Etsy Store Um What So Rad has new mugs in stock. It's never too early to start Christmas shopping. Actually, I completely disagree with that statement, but I don't think late October is too early. 

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