by Dionisio “Don” Traverso Jr.
“Come on in,” the small fat boy tells Chuck. “I’ll get you some tea.
It’s pretty warm out.”
Chuck McNay is sweating, but not because of the warm weather. He
fights to control himself as he stares at the stocky boy’s behind. “Tea
will be great,” he says, “as long as you get yourself some also.” Then
he can slip the roofies he’s brought into the glass, make this go more
“OK. Be back.” The boy disappears through the swinging door to the
kitchen. Chuck stands by the dining room table, looking around at the
decorations on the wall. They look Native American to him, which
considering the boy’s skin and features made sense to Chuck. I’m gonna
go all Custer on him, Chuck thinks, chuckling.
“How are you doing?”
Startled, Chuck turns toward the kitchen door. Standing before it is
a man, also Native American. The boy’s father? What is this?
“Take a seat, please.”
Chuck looks around for cameras. Not seeing any, he says, “I gotta
go,” and moves toward the front door. He tries to pull it open, but it
won’t budge. Locked.
“Please,” the man says. “Sit.”
“Hey, I don’t want any trouble,” Chuck says, raising his hands,
though he sees no gun in the other man’s hands. “I didn’t know he was a
little boy. We just chat on the Internet. He didn’t send me no pictures
“Would it have stopped you from coming here if he did?”
“Yes! Yes!” Chuck panics, looking around the room. “I didn’t know!”
“I doubt that.”
It’s a small single story home. Chuck can try leaving through a
window, but this man will be on him before he reaches one.
“Just let me go! I swear I’ll never do something like this again! I
– I don’t know what I was thinking!”
“You were thinking you were going to have sex with another boy, then
beat him into a coma, like you did Hosa’s son. Remember? Oklahoma, two
Chuck remembers that boy. He thought he had killed him. He never
leaves them alive. Who is this guy?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Just let me go!”
“But Wattan still wants to play with you.” The man holds up what
looks to be a small pulsing heart. “That’s what you came here for,
The kitchen door swings open as the small fat boy runs toward Chuck.
He leaps and tackles Chuck, knocking the wind out of him. Teeth sink
into the flesh above Chuck’s ribcage. With a growl, the boy rips off a
chunk and shoves it into his mouth.
Chuck screams, but only for a second before Wattan tears his
windpipe out. Small powerful hands pull at the hole by the ribcage,
pull off pieces which are noisily consumed. Chuck coughs up blood,
watches the light dim as he hears the man say, before he sinks into
nothingness, “Quickly, Wattan. It’s almost time for the next one. Your
brother needs to eat next.”
© 2014 Dionisio “Don” Traverso Jr
Bio: Dionisio “Don”
Traverso Jr stories
have been published with the byline of Don Traverso in Rod Serling's
Twilight Zone Magazine, Aberations, Midnight Zoo, Aphelion Webzine, and
Armageddon Buffet. He currently has a themed short story collection
out, Tales From Walken County, which includes "Nature's Way" which was
first published on Aphelion Webzine Issue 100. He also makes rhythmic
noise as Mekano 46
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