Grotesque | Heather Zundel
The alleys of the state fair were crowded and cramped. Men and women jostled around booths filled with useless baubles to entice and tantalize the mind. Nothing out of the extraordinary. . . until a man passed. He was tall, not just tall, but gigantic. His small head towered over all the others, like a balloon detached from its body. A long tweed coat and pants filled in the vast expanse of his gangly body, filling in around his thin arms, his wrist so tiny the smallest watch would not have held around the bones. He walked as a sky scraper would – unbalanced, as if the slightest wind would send him toppling. But for all his vast size and rail-like appearance, his feet did not comply with the rest of his making. So small they could have fit a child's shoe, he looked the part of a living Jack Skellington, in color. Like Moses he parted the red-lined alley, with gawks and stares of very person as he passed in his long, unsteady stride.
1 Comments:
I wonder if his name was jack. Wow, sounds like he would be really cool to see. I know that I would probably not be able to stop staring. I would be looking up at him with my mouth open, staring away.
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