|Squid Man Gets A New Pair Of Shoes (standard:other, 985 words)|
|Author: AJ||Added: May 30 2001||Views/Reads: 1836/1103||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Squid Man when he still lived at home. His relationship with his mom, dad, and sister (Charlotte)...His real name revealed!|
The traffic noises were blindingly loud, even on the sixteenth floor at seven a.m. Squid Manís breathing caused the sleeping bag to rub against the warm concrete of the balcony with rhythmic scratching noises. Inside the apartment, his bed was neatly made, as it had been for three years. His room was undisturbed and abandoned, and coated with a thin layer of sepia-tinted dust. The covered balcony held his small desk, sleeping bag, and a few Rubbermaid bins filled with his clothing. Squid Man awoke and poured himself a bowl of his favorite combination of breakfast cereals: Lucky Charms, Coco Crispies, and peanut butter Capín Crunch. Lucky the Leprechaun, Count Chocula, and the Capín all grinned at Squid Man and promised glossy plastic happiness. Squid Man trusted and grinned back. He was feeling fine. ďHey, hey, early riser! Is that a dimple I see, or did a giant mosquito get tíya during tha night?Ē Squid Manís smile evaporated, and the mildewed drops of condensation collected in his throat. His father, Joe, stood awkwardly at the door to the balcony, his own dimples puckering in and out of his cheeks with joyful uncertainty. He looked like a thirteen-year-old kid who was standing backstage with his favorite rock star. Squid Man cleared his throat, and then spat a colorful, marshmallow wad off the balcony. Behind Joeís shoulder, a face appeared. It belonged to Squid Manís mother. ďYou know all that sugar will just ruin your beautiful teeth, Theodore,Ē she said shrilly, shakily. Squid Man crunched emphatically on a peanut butter chocolate marshmallow mouthful. Through the open door, he could see his sister, Charlotte, nibbling daintily on dry toast at the kitchen table. She was staring at Squid Man. When he looked her way, she blanched, then blushed, then smiled at him. He didnít return the smile. Squid Man only smiled when he was alone. For one thing, he was only happy when he was alone. He could barely tolerate other people and their voices. And his smile was so ethereally beautiful that most people didnít deserve to see it anyway. Squid Manís mother, Mary, touched a clump of his jaundiced, creamy white curls, which matched her own white-blonde hairdo and Charlotteís fine hair, which was pulled back neatly in a blue Alice band. Squid Manís curls were a little greasy and matted. Mary was proud of his looks and his intelligence. Everyone knew that Squid Man was blazingly smart. He wasnít a good student, nor did he score well on tests, nor did he ever make any intelligent remarks. But people just sensed his brilliance smoldering under his pale skin, popping out of his pores in steamy geysers of pure charisma. Joeís pulse was still erratic from the fleeting glimpse of Squid Manís smile that he had been blessed with. Both Joe and Charlotte shared Squid Manís always-moist red lips, straight teeth, and deep dimples. But somehow, Squid Manís smile, if they were lucky enough to catch it, had the ability to suck the breath from their lungs. It was like the sight of a wounded deer within touching distance, that evokes a debilitating melancholy, overpowered by exhilaration at the rare view of such a shy and beautiful creature. Maryís teeth glittered and the corners of her mouth curled and uncurled nervously as she pulled a shoe box from behind her back and presented it to Squid Man. Charlotte watched curiously from inside, then averted her eyes, focusing on her scuffed, shiny patent leather Mary Janes, which were half a size too small. The lacy edges of her clean white socks peeked delicately out from under the glossy black straps. Squid Man wore hi-top hiking boots, but they had chafed his ankles, so he had cut off the tops. The crippled remains had been strapped into shape with pink and white striped glittery laces. He didnít wear socks, but on warm days he wrapped his feet in gauze to absorb his sweat. With a crinkling of stiff tissue paper, Mary pulled two brand-new penny loafers from the box. They were made of soft, supple, brown leather, and had painfully bright pennies glinting out of their slits. She Click here to read the rest of this story (30 more lines)
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