Craven: Only Jon Knows

Word Count: 413


         

         "CRAVEN!"

         The Eucalyptus God, Jon Matthew, had been called it before and knew the stranger was not finished.

         "FOOL! Son of A WHORE! You sit! You Watch! We DIE!"

         Jon sighed, leaning farther against his white eucalyptus. The trunk, always comfortable, as he felt the large hallow notch in the middle break away from his back and swirl heavenly into the branches. The branches hung in a bonsai fashion and would have caused dark shadows over the knoll, if it were not for the clouds covering the sun.

         "Beasts that fly, bats with red eyes! DEMONS! They took all! WHY HAVE YOU FORESAKEN US!"

         Jon shifted, resting his arm on one of the large tree roots, which rolled up and out of the grass like a sea creature swimming in the salty oceans, and smiled politely at the peasant. Well he didn't think he was a peasant, his clothes were lovely once. But now, his purple cape hung tattered with mud blotches, and his yellow stained shirt was torn at the breast where his pink nipple rested and his ribs showed through his flesh. He mused as the man kept his trousers up with his left hand and a wrinkled ass flashed from the right.

         "You mock me? Shall I dance?"

         The man lifted one hand in the air and trotted in the grass shifting his lanky body from side to side. His eyes sunken, his face hollow, he bobbed his head drunkenly.

         Jon chuckled.

         "Yes that is what you like! To MUSE at US! We are your puppets, pull my strings!"

         The man lifted two hands in the air, and his pants fell as his manhood dangled with the color of an over ripe pimple between his large notch knees. He hoisted his elbows up letting his forearms fall as he jigged about.

         Jon laughed deep and low, and the clouds parted, and the sun beamed, and the eucalyptus created an awning that stretched upon the hill with dark shadows. The man fell weeping and tugging upon the grass.

         "I will be a better lord, a better father; I will not visit the whores. I will be good to my servants and raise my heirs in your name! I swear to you! I swear I will be loyal."

         The man's thin purple lips trembled, his eyes puffed red and Jon felt the tugging, such a sad thing. The clouds came back and the shadows returned, and Jon left his people to their demise.

The End