I’ve been stalking my next guest, for she has a cauldron of enchanting talent, from literary gems like, The Librarian’s Assistant (which won 1st place in the Writer’s Art Contest at DeviantArt), to bizarre horror such as The Tiger Machine, and this flash piece is just another penning jewel. It is an honor to feature my next guest of the 13 Days of Horror, R.S. Bohn, and her eerie flash, Oddity.
By R.S. Bohn
I pay two dollars to the one-eyed man and we step, giggling, into the floorless hut. A black curtain falls shut behind us. It’s dark — just what we wanted. She bumps into me, I bump into her, we stop. Our eyes adjust.
Two-headed kitten. Albino croc. Eight-legged goat kid. Jar after jar. Yellow formaldehyde, lit from behind, or below. Fading print on the labels. We read each one in unsteady whispers. Hairless puppy smothered at birth by its mother. Its face is pulpy, a boxer’s bad night. “Gross,” she says, clinging to my arm. We take small steps around the bend, bodies pressed close. I stretch my neck to see what’s there before we turn. A thick, heavy fish, brought up from deep in the Amazon. Its face looks like the puppy’s. Two tiny arms curl close to its scaly sides; they have fingers. I wish a flap would open, let in some air. And then we see it: a jar by itself, no others on the shelf. Deformed fetus with claws and beaked mouth. A tail wound up like a pig’s. The label, in fresh blue ink: our names. Her hand damp in mine squeezes hard, nails digging in. We rush through the exit, gasping at the bright sun, hot summer air.
That year, Ruby refuses to let the old woman tell her fortune.
2010 © R.S.Bohn
Bio: RS Bohn is down with Adrock and MikeD and you ain’t, and she’s got more juice than Picasso got paint. She’s also tricky. Find her and her Adidas here: http://rsbohn.blogspot.com