Morning Amusement
by Joseph Baneth Allen
First published online on 2006 January 05.
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Willy awoke and stretched in the darkness of his cave. He was
reborn again and feeling the first pangs of hunger.
He slowly stood up and yawned, running his hands down the length
and breadth of his tall, slim body. Willy was pleased that the
Laughing Ones had once more seen fit to reassemble him without
error. Angry stomach music interrupted his hands in their exploration
of his body. He folded his hands across his stomach to ease the
intense hunger pains with no success. Fresh hunger and old fear
motivated Willy to search the dark interior of his cave for any
scrap of food. He found nothing.
Willy knew that he would have to go outside and hunt for something,
anything, to sate his increasing hunger. He dreaded going outside.
Outside meant only certain death and rebirthall for the amusement
of the Laughing Ones.
Finally, his hunger pains forced him to make the reluctant trek
outside.
His eyes watered and blinked several times until they became adjusted
to the bright, hot desert sun. Willy shaded his eyes with his
hands and scanned the desert in vain for some sign of animal life.
Nothing existed except for miles of sand, rocks, and an endless
ribbon of highway cutting through the sand and rocks. Only stone
mountains and a few scattered cacti broke the illusion of a two-dimensional
world.
He hunted for endless miles, despairing over the seemingly complete
absence of animal life. As he rounded a curve in the road, he
heard a faint call and turned towards it.
A blur of supersonic motion and rainbow feathers streaked towards
him. Willy spotted a rock near the curve of the road and ducked
behind it, crouching and waiting.
The blur turned out to be a bird as tall as he was. It raced
past him in a matter of mere seconds. Willy leaped out in an
attempt to capture the bird by wrapping his hands around its scrawny
neck. He missed and fell face down on the road.
Disgusted with himself for failing to capture what should have
been easy, easy prey, Willy got up and began to run after it.
The bird could still be made out in the distance. Willys hunger
motivated him to pray foolishly to the Laughing Ones for the speed
necessary to catch his intended prey.
With each word of prayer, Willy felt his legs burn as the Laughing
Ones transformed them into powder kegs of speed and energy. He
thanked the Laughing Ones as the distance between him and the
bird decreased with each passing second. Finally, his prayers
seemed answered. He was within reaching distance of the bird.
He reached out to grab it, but the bird ducked and stopped.
Willy glanced back to see the bird stick out its tongue and hear
it mockingly beep, acknowledging his failure.
He turned back, and to his horror was a sign that read as he passed
it: Bridge Out.
Willy tried to stop, but he couldnt slow down his transformed
legs. He kept running until he sped off the bridge and was falling
down a mountainside.
As he fell, Willy feverishly prayed to the Laughing Ones for a
quick and final death. He prayed and begged for a final release
from the continuous cycle of death and rebirth.
Before Willy met the ground with the usual hard thud, he heard
the Laughing Ones continuous laughter, over, and over, and over
again.
Joseph Baneth Allen has been previously published in the anthologies Amazing
Heroes 2, Testosterone, A Splash Of Crimson, and Xoddity and Romance and
Beyond magazines.
His feature articles have appeared in People, USA Today, Boys' Life,
Girls' Life, Ft. Myers Magazine, Kidsworld, Popular Science, Canadian
Geographic, eBay Magazine, Muse, Omni, Astronomy, Pet Life, Business North
Carolina, Jacksonville Business Journal, Maxim, Final Frontier, The Retired
Officers' Magazine, and many other magazines.
He has also received the Disney Showmanship Award for his work on
promoting “The Nightmare Before Christmas” and other animated movies.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted, in any form or any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any informational storage or retrieval system without express written permission from the author.
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