The Sinister Hunter

They are playing hopscotch
on the marked tarred street
The sun glazes over them
like golden buttered popcorn

He is sipping a carton chocolate milk
The hollow straw gives out a hunger growl
He has to pause the movie
as the desire grows more and more sinister

‘Children! Come on in for a chilled lemonade.
Don’t let the hot sun strike you down.’

They stop hopping to look over
sweat beading down the side of their face
a clown face man on an electric wheelchair
Who will refuse such a kind offer
icy cold lemonade on a hot summer day

They follow his wheelchair down the garden path
smells rotten compost, attracts buzzing flies
His mind is filed with the image of
himself chewing on those golden buttered popcorn
perfect for the Monster House movie
Don’t you think, Children?

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Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊