He waited until it was clearly passed dark to walk through the neighborhood. The houses were large, extravagant and sad. The police had yet to chase him out, but he knew they would drive up on him any moment and cart him off to jail.
The police only protected the families with money, the families who could afford the fancy houses and the new shiny vehicles. The money made them arrogant and stingy. The money made them evil people. He had not met any of them, but he knew. They had money, they were evil.
He knew this. Not only because of the opulence they spewed, but because no one with that kind of income had any idea what it was like to starve. They didn't know humanity like he did.
This night one of the evil woman came out to put a letter in the mail box. He was curious how she would react at his disheveled appearance, his dirty face, and his stink.
Madaline Stine was not an easily frightened kind. When he walked up to her she merrily smiled and said, "Hello."
He sneered, and tried to smile. The woman stopped before she turned to walk away. "I went to school with you." She started to approach him, and he backed away as if her touch would be poisonous.
"You're David Dartmoth." She looked offended to him. She looked as if she had just smelled his odor and was ready to gag... At least to David she did.
Madaline stopped smiling, "I'm sorry David, is there anything I can do?" She tried to seem polite and apologetic. She tried to seem kind, but he knew she was evil. Even in high school she was one of them. And she always tried to seem nice in school too.
David turned, spit, and walked away. She might call the police, and he started to run.
The next night as David approached to garbage can to Madaline's house he found a recycling bin next to it looking empty. He mumbled to himself, "they don't care about the planet, they just want to look responsible." He kicked the tub and out of it tumbled three unopened bottles of water, a full pump bottle of soap, and three Tupperware dishes full of delicious looking food.
He wanted to scream. These people just throw stuff away, and think it's ok because it's a recycling bin. Why would they do that! Why would they waste so much when there were so many hungry and desperate people! They all deserved a horrible death. They deserved to have all of their fortune torn from their hands!
David shoved the things into his torn ripped back pack and ran off to find a good place to wash up and eat. It was December and the air was cold with a filling imminence of snow.
When David began to eat after washing his face and cleaning up his privates, which were in terrible need of it, he almost thought the roasted potatoes and creamy beef were recently cooked.
He hit up a different neighborhood the next week, finding nothing nearly as spectacularly wasteful as what
Madaline had thrown away.
He went back, and went to her house first. In the bin were fresh fruits, a nail trimming kit, a huge pack of socks, and baby wipes. He pulled out the lighter he had found two nights before. It would be easy to start the garage on fire. It would be easy to show them how their things did not make their life any better then his. He could smash their windows, and poop on their front porch..... The apple was so sweet and juicy. It crunched in his teeth and melted between his teeth.
" Maybe tomorrow night," he thought. He left to find a shelter from the bitter wind.
Christmas lights had gone up on all the houses. Madaline's twinkled and glowed plainly next to the house whose lights lit up the entire street.
He walked up to the bin, shivering but enjoying the three pair of socks keeping the holes in his moccasins from biting his toes. There was a blanket, a hat, gloves, and huge Tupperware with an enormous amount of turkey, stuffing and cranberry pudding. There was a discarded present with bow and card laying under the food.
Madaline watched from the garage window. When she seen him put all the things in his bag, she decided to walk out and talk.
David froze. He was in the middle of zipping up his bag. She just walked toward him. This evil thing that had thrown all this away, this thing that lived with so much, and taunted him with the amount she could toss into a landfill where only crows could feast.
He waited for her to approach.... Before she could speak he grabbed her neck. She struggled and flailed. "Why do you do this!" David whispered harshly into her ear. "You're wasteful and awful!"
He could not hear over the gargling in her throat. Her body went suddenly limp as he shook her. He dropped the body, grabbed up the present and ran. He ran for a long time.
Snow started to fall, his stomach growled and his back pack became so heavy.
David found a good tree to sit under. He laid the blanket over the cold ground.
David ate, he washed his face with the last bit of soap and went to rip the present open. She was evil, they all were, and he should kill them all. It would be a service to the world.
He started to tare the corner and noticed the card.
Inside it read, "to David, feel free to come in for dinner or a shower, or whatever you need. Madaline."
David tossed it aside and ran.
The police only protected the families with money, the families who could afford the fancy houses and the new shiny vehicles. The money made them arrogant and stingy. The money made them evil people. He had not met any of them, but he knew. They had money, they were evil.
He knew this. Not only because of the opulence they spewed, but because no one with that kind of income had any idea what it was like to starve. They didn't know humanity like he did.
This night one of the evil woman came out to put a letter in the mail box. He was curious how she would react at his disheveled appearance, his dirty face, and his stink.
Madaline Stine was not an easily frightened kind. When he walked up to her she merrily smiled and said, "Hello."
He sneered, and tried to smile. The woman stopped before she turned to walk away. "I went to school with you." She started to approach him, and he backed away as if her touch would be poisonous.
"You're David Dartmoth." She looked offended to him. She looked as if she had just smelled his odor and was ready to gag... At least to David she did.
Madaline stopped smiling, "I'm sorry David, is there anything I can do?" She tried to seem polite and apologetic. She tried to seem kind, but he knew she was evil. Even in high school she was one of them. And she always tried to seem nice in school too.
David turned, spit, and walked away. She might call the police, and he started to run.
The next night as David approached to garbage can to Madaline's house he found a recycling bin next to it looking empty. He mumbled to himself, "they don't care about the planet, they just want to look responsible." He kicked the tub and out of it tumbled three unopened bottles of water, a full pump bottle of soap, and three Tupperware dishes full of delicious looking food.
He wanted to scream. These people just throw stuff away, and think it's ok because it's a recycling bin. Why would they do that! Why would they waste so much when there were so many hungry and desperate people! They all deserved a horrible death. They deserved to have all of their fortune torn from their hands!
David shoved the things into his torn ripped back pack and ran off to find a good place to wash up and eat. It was December and the air was cold with a filling imminence of snow.
When David began to eat after washing his face and cleaning up his privates, which were in terrible need of it, he almost thought the roasted potatoes and creamy beef were recently cooked.
He hit up a different neighborhood the next week, finding nothing nearly as spectacularly wasteful as what
Madaline had thrown away.
He went back, and went to her house first. In the bin were fresh fruits, a nail trimming kit, a huge pack of socks, and baby wipes. He pulled out the lighter he had found two nights before. It would be easy to start the garage on fire. It would be easy to show them how their things did not make their life any better then his. He could smash their windows, and poop on their front porch..... The apple was so sweet and juicy. It crunched in his teeth and melted between his teeth.
" Maybe tomorrow night," he thought. He left to find a shelter from the bitter wind.
Christmas lights had gone up on all the houses. Madaline's twinkled and glowed plainly next to the house whose lights lit up the entire street.
He walked up to the bin, shivering but enjoying the three pair of socks keeping the holes in his moccasins from biting his toes. There was a blanket, a hat, gloves, and huge Tupperware with an enormous amount of turkey, stuffing and cranberry pudding. There was a discarded present with bow and card laying under the food.
Madaline watched from the garage window. When she seen him put all the things in his bag, she decided to walk out and talk.
David froze. He was in the middle of zipping up his bag. She just walked toward him. This evil thing that had thrown all this away, this thing that lived with so much, and taunted him with the amount she could toss into a landfill where only crows could feast.
He waited for her to approach.... Before she could speak he grabbed her neck. She struggled and flailed. "Why do you do this!" David whispered harshly into her ear. "You're wasteful and awful!"
He could not hear over the gargling in her throat. Her body went suddenly limp as he shook her. He dropped the body, grabbed up the present and ran. He ran for a long time.
Snow started to fall, his stomach growled and his back pack became so heavy.
David found a good tree to sit under. He laid the blanket over the cold ground.
David ate, he washed his face with the last bit of soap and went to rip the present open. She was evil, they all were, and he should kill them all. It would be a service to the world.
He started to tare the corner and noticed the card.
Inside it read, "to David, feel free to come in for dinner or a shower, or whatever you need. Madaline."
David tossed it aside and ran.
