Haunted Organic by Kim Foster

Author:Kim Foster [Foster, Kim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-21T22:00:00+00:00

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The principal’s office was stark and white.

There was nothing friendly about it. There was a brown desk. A brown diploma on the wall. A brown shelf with brown books on it. Mr. Sloop wore a toupee, and chewed gum all the time. He also said “uh” a lot and seemed to have a permanent case of indigestion, where he would bang his chest and burp out loud in the middle of conversations.

Josie watched him chewing his gum, like a cow chews cud, his hair moving like a hedgehog taped to his forehead.

“Why am I here?” Josie asked after watching Mr. Sloop rifle through his papers, and pay absolutely no attention to him, as if he wasn’t sitting right there, in front of him for the better part of the morning.

“Uh, the police. Yes, the police, uh, are coming to get you.”

“What?...The police?...why?”

Josie felt the floor go soft under him. His head reeled.

“Uh, I can’t say.”

“I didn’t do anything, Greg was in my face...and-and I didn’t punch him,” he said, and then under his breath, “...But I wanted to.”

“Uh, good choice, Mr. Brown, “considering how much trouble you are in."

Mr. Sloop belched, pounded his chest to bring up the rest of his breakfast, and belched again.

Josie smelled salami in the air.

“Excuse me,” he said, with a smile. “My wife is not the best cook.”

Josie waited another two hours. Staring at the clock. The second hand flicking one second at a time, around and around and around the clock. Staring out the window to the street.

There was no word about what was happening, but something was going on, Josie was sure of it. There was a flurry of movement outside the school - police cars, sirens, men and women in conservative suits talking in hushed tones to each other on the street, a news van pulled up, and Botany Cook and Horace set up the cameras and microphones on the lawn.

A stone started to set in Josie’s stomach.

And then the door swung open and his parents were there. His mother was sobbing, and his father was so angry he couldn’t speak. His fist was balled up at his side, and his hand was shaking. The Barrel was behind him, his mustache twitching and jumping like a rowdy squirrel taped to his lip.

Portland, his face like marble, cold, pale and hard, walked over to Josie and held out his hand. When his father uncurled his fingers, Josie saw what was inside.

Trinket’s dummy.

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