Paint It Brown

on December 14, 2009 in Horror

The tiny, bat-like creature perched invisibly on the child’s shoulder.

It was with him through each humiliating defeat on the pitcher’s mound. It was with him for every lost kite and every missed kick. It was with him every holiday when he suffered through the loneliness of being the only one in his class to receive no seasonal cheer: no valentines, no Christmas cards, nothing but a sack full of rocks on Halloween. It was with him when his dog shunned him for the entertainment of its own inner life, barely noticing him at all until it was time for supper. It was with him when he paid his meager allowance to a neighborhood bully for advice that was invariably insulting.

It was there every time the little red-headed girl saw him make a fool of himself, every time she didn’t see him at all.

It was there, eating it all up… drinking down every last drop of depression and despair that suburban life could inflict upon an unfortunate child outcast.

“Good grief!” the child said.

Unseen, the imp nodded.

It was very good grief, indeed.

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2 Responses to “Paint It Brown”

  1. Jon says:

    I can’t get enough of these reimaginings. No matter who it is, it’s always delightful to see it spun against the grain.

    …reimagining isn’t quite the word I’m looking for…retelling? New take? Augh!

  2. Slaxor says:

    I always thought there was something about Charlie Brown that defied explanation.

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