Ficlets

I sit near the back of the bus, and there is a guy colouring on his backpack. He’s obviously been working on it for quite some time. It’s covered in doodles espousing the graces of his favourite bands (“Canker Sore” and “Kill-Your-Parents”, or something like that). It’s actually pretty good doodling, considering the media and the environment in which he works.

Let’s see what he’s working on now, shall we. Ah. He seems to have taken up with the less savory factions of the underworld. He has drawn some disemboweled things, and an anarchy symbol. Brutal; but well laid-out. He has an eye for balance and form. He’s almost finished colouring in the title of this new masterpiece. A nice Gothic script that arcs across the entire back panel of the backpack. Let me just lean over inconspicuously and read what it says…

Uh-oh. It seems he’s made a little spelling error that might prove fatal once he arrives at school: ‘Minion of Satin’