Mr Jobsworth was a thin, wiry social worker with attitude. He knocked on the door and entered as soon as it was opened. Depositing himself on a chair, he observed the single parent concerned. And he couldn't help but notice her long black skirt, strange pointy hat and myriad books of spells about the place.'What?!!' she said.'We've had complaints about your 16 year old son.''What you done now?!!!' she shouted to another room.The boy came into view, sporting blood red eyes, extended canine teeth and covered in hair.Mr Jobsworth gulped. 'It appears he goes around licking people.''So?' replied the lady. 'What do you expect? He has a vegetarian diet.''But he can't go around doing that,' he said.'Better that than eating them, I'd have thought.'Mr Jobsworth – a vegetarian of many years – saw the logic in that. 'But how did this happen?' he asked.She blushed. Then looked downhearted. 'Oh. It was a spell that went sort of wrong.'She cheered up. 'But at least, he's harmless – with his vegetarian diet.''Have you ever thought of muzzling him?'The boy growled – began to pace up and down on all fours.'Don't be silly. I can't do that. Human rights, and everything.'Mr Jobsworth doubted if that would apply in its entirety. He looked at the boy once more. The boy looked at him, lunged forward, momentarily, and snapped.'Well I think we ought to take him into care – for public safety, and all that.'Which was too much for the boy. He lunged once more and bit Mr Jobsworth's head off - which wasn't really that unexpected. After all, as his mother had said, he DID have a vegetarian diet.
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I, Horror
HorrorWelcome to my horror fest. How scary can Flash Fiction get? Why not judge for yourself. In these short tales of the macabre I bring the Gothic into the modern. But a warning: there's no blood or gore here. I try to freeze it instead.
