Short Story: Michael

A dark vignette

Michael made up his own language, and stole a tractor form the side of the road. His adopted sister once gave him a blowjob in the spa pool. And he stood there laughing, staring right at me. There were horrible stories about abuse suffered as a child. He used to be my cousin. But that lasted for only a little bit longer than that awkward time we were sardined in the spa pool. I sometimes wonder where he got to in that stolen tractor, and, er, how long he lasted.