Feeder – Warren Barns The Barns Brothers

“Stand up,” bellowed his father. “Peter, please don’t. He’s scared,” yelled Graham’s mother from the sidelines. His father glared at her. “Scared of what? Some cobwebs and dust? He’s pathetic. I can’t believe my own son, my own flesh and blood, could be such a pissant wimp.” “I’m scared!” mumbled Graham through snot and tears.

“See, this is what worries me about you. A normal boy doesn’t behave like this. A NORMAL boy goes exploring under the house with his friends and builds forts. But what do you do all day? Sit inside reading books. Daydreaming. Attached to your mother’s side like an incestuous Siamese twin.” Graham’s father turned and narrowed his gaze at his wife. “Please tell me he doesn’t own a Barbie doll, too?” The front door slammed shut as Graham’s mother disappeared inside the house. Graham did, in fact, own a Barbie.

One which he had been oh so careful to keep hidden from his father. But it wasn’t his only doll. He enjoyed playing fantasy games with his GI Joes, Transformers… and Barbie. “Don’t whimper because your mother left you. I haven’t raised a faggot. Now get under the house.” Graham’s father tossed him into the flower bed.

Shrubbery and pieces of shale mulch scraped at his soft skin and covered him in tiny cuts. The chicken wire fence door opened and Graham stared into the black abyss before him. His father grabbed him by the neck and pushed him through the cobwebs into the darkness. Graham rolled across the ground, covering himself in dirt as he desperately swatted at his face and head to wipe away the cobwebs.

He looked back at the bright light of freedom and saw his father’s boots marching back and forth across the lawn. The insects and other creepy crawlies that lived in the dark didn’t descend upon Graham as he feared they might. No giant spiders or killer marching ants. Only the dank, acrid odor of death and decomposition.

It wasn’t hard to find the rat, even in almost pitch black. Its belly was swollen and excoriated, eyes already hollowed out by insects. The rat appeared to have been clawed to death, most likely by a neighborhood cat, and then must have run under the house to safety where it died from its injuries. The belly moved, bulged, and burst open as hundreds of fly larvae squirmed their way out. Graham turned away in disgust and vomited all over his hands. He had nothing to wear to protect himself from any diseases the dead rodent might have carried.

Perhaps because that’s how his father thought of him, a disease the family had to carry as a tremendous burden.

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Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental Cover art by Warren Barns Published by Broken Barn Publishing OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Hors D’Oeuvre Salad Appetizer Main Course Just Desserts Digestif A Note from Warren Mailing List About the Author OceanofPDF.com G HORS D’OEUVRE raham Richards leaned back in his chair and stared through the glass windows at the warehouse floor below him.

He remembered a time when the company had over a hundred employees working the floor. Forklift drivers, cleaners, supervisors, and packers swarming around getting shit done like busy worker bees. These days, the fully automated warehouse practically ran itself. The only time a human set foot on the ground was during maintenance shifts.

He knew his days as the in-house accountant were numbered too. Everyone was slowly being outsourced. He chuckled as the terrible pun ran through his head. Accountant… numbered… get it? The days of balancing spreadsheets and cooking the books were well and truly over. He’d become a glorified data entry bitch with zero job satisfaction and a thousand regrets over investing his youth in his work. He never invested in a social life, getting out to meet people, or having fun.

Now, he found himself middle-aged and lonely. His frugal, conscientious lifestyle had worked out well on paper. He had no mortgage on a three-bedroom apartment, and a midrange Hyundai that he bought brand new off the dealer’s lot a year ago when he hit the big 4-0. Was he having a midlife crisis?

Life had become a dull bore of work, wank, sleep, and repeat.

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