Friday, November 30, 2012
The Wrong One
The lights were sparse at the entrance to the mall, but that didn't matter. Somehow they were still causing excitement among the happy folk beginning to flock there for early evening holiday shopping.
He had never understood this holiday. Never felt the excitement or the joy. Never understood why so many people were glowing, bearing smiles radiating from one red cheek to another, one person to the next.
He felt so alone. Parties, gifts, friendship, love --- he experienced none of it. Why was he an outcast at the festivities that seemed to gladden the hearts of all around him? And what of the event the lights were supposed to commemorate? The birth of a Savior? A Redeemer, the Messiah?
Damien, the Dark One. Some Messiah!
Sometimes he felt he had just been born into the wrong parallel universe.
The above is my contribution to the Fabulous Friday Fictioneers. Picture prompt up top, story right below it. Still can't get my entries down to the prescribed 100 words, but maybe I can line up a bit of special help for next time.
All Hail to you, Damien!
I'll give you this one shot, dude.