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Big Boy

Allan Onik

    When the boot hit his ribs Tab felt a crack. BJ, Aaron, Irving, Ken, and Clay stood around him in a circle in the rain. He lay next to a dumpster, whimpering.
    “You used to think you were so special eh?” Aaron said. “Well, look where you are now? Lying down in the dirt behind a crappy mall like a baby.” Aaron pulled a pacifier out of his pocket and threw it at the man. Tab blew snot and blood out of his nose.
    “What are you going to do now?” BJ said, “cry? Or fight?”
    “I don’t like to fight,” Tab said. He squirmed in the wet.
    “Why not?” Clay asked.
    “I pray for storms to pass, because I know that He loves me.”
    “Who?” Irving asked.
    “The same One that is watching all of your hearts right now.”
    The men became sharp-toothed clowns wearing multicolored gowns. Blood and bile dribbled from their mouths.
    Tab got up and began to limp to the Tilt arcade.
    “Where are you going?” One of them hissed. “You need your Big Boy pads.”
    “I have to search the floor for quarters,” Tab said

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