Peter: The Little Girl in the Wall

First published as Wild Kingdom on April 14, 2015.

Warning: The content may be triggering.

Lions stalk the plains of Africa, roaring and eating up deer, then the Rock of Gibraltar appears behind a man that lights a cigarette and promises money to people that die.

“That’s the strength of the rock!” he says.

Peter thinks about the little girl with scissors.

Mother says she hides in the walls until she hears a little
boy talking too much.

Then she pops out, holds him down, and cuts out his tongue!

Mother says the little girl has scissors as long as Father’s arms.

But the little girl can’t hear a drawing, Peter thinks.

Mother’s in the kitchen having coffee with Earline.

Earline is the lady that lives next door.

Mother says Earline is PG.

Peter goes into the kitchen to show Earline his pictures of
people with breasts.

Earline blushes and says what a little man Peter’s become.

Mother heaves a burdened sigh and shakes her head, “He’s so difficult Earline! One of his uncle’s gave him a book about the natives of Africa; now he draws tits on everything.”

Mother smiles patiently at Peter: “Go to the living room, sweetheart and we’ll look at your drawings later.”

Peter returns to the living room. where the flies chase each other around his chair: one of them drifts sluggishly to the floor.

Peter snatches it up and rips off it’s wings.

Then he drops it to the floor to see what a fly without wings can do.

A screenshot of VR avatars staged to represent a child alternate named Peter, a protector alternate named Bobby and a storyteller alternate named the Narrator
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Peter – Morning with the Captain

Warning: The content may be triggering

When Mother turns on the television, Peter sits tensely
with his tiny hands clenched tightly into fists.

Mother says slouching is bad and boys that slouch must
be punished.

The Captain lectures Mr. Bunny Rabbit for stealing carrots.

Peter wonders why the Captain doesn’t burn Mr. Bunny
Rabbit’s arms.

Stealing is bad.

A bunny rabbit that steals must be punished.

Lions stalk the plains of Africa.

They roar and eat up the deer.

When they finish eating they stretch out their claws
and shake out their bloody manes.

Jim, the man on TV says; if a deer is too young and too weak,
it ends up as food.

Then he says, “As a mother lion protects her cubs, you can protect
your kids with insurance from Mutual of Omaha.”

Suddenly, Peter’s heart speeds up; he cocks his head and listens:

Mother’s in the kitchen boiling water.

Peter must sit very still and be extra quiet.

Mother says squirming and being loud is bad.

Loud little boys that squirm must be punished.

A black and white screenshot of avatars staged to represent a child alternate named Peter and protector alternate named Bobby.
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The stuffed bear in the photo was made by Second Life artist, AM Radio

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Felicity and Roger: Night Clubbing

Warning: this post contains sadomasochistic erotica and
may be triggering to people with a history of trauma. 


Felicity and Roger danced at the fashionable Club Uranus in
the fashionable warehouse district of Post-Modern San Francisco.

It was Halloween and they disguised themselves as nothing and
were dismayed when everyone noticed.

Friends who hadn’t spoken to them in years remarked on
how nothing they looked.

“You look so going, going, and gone!” shrieked a young man
dressed as Gertrude Stein.

Felicity dragged Roger to the dance floor.

“Felicity.” whispered Roger.

“What!” She was desperate for fun.

“I don’t like being nothing.”

“You’re nothing and there’s nothing I can do about it! Enjoy
yourself!”

Roger put on a pout: “But I can’t!”

“Then you’re a baby.”

Roger jumped and clapped, “I knew you’d think of something!”

He removed his clothes and curled up on the dance floor.

“Oh look!” cried a little man in a flannel nighty, “Another baby!”

He crawled to Felicity and yanked on her dress: “Can I play, can I play!?”

Felicity was disgusted.

She gave the little man a withering look.

“Get up this instant or Mommy will kill your surprise!”

The little man gazed up at Felicity with wide eyes and said: “I’m
a good boy Mommy. Let me have the surprise!”

“Very well,” she smiled

Felicity removed one of her stiletto heels and beat the little
man on the head.

“No Mommy! No!”

“Bad! Bad! Boy!”

The little man soon fainted and Felicity’s fun was over.

“I love it when you play bad Mommy.” Roger kissed her neck.

“I hope I didn’t kill him.” Felicity laughed.

Roger examined the people who applauded as the little man
moaned and bled.

“I bet they don’t.”

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Felicity Meets Roger at Kmart

Roger agreed to meet Felicity at the local K-Mart.

He was in Home Decor when he spotted her in Hardware.

Felicity stood, posing next to a basket of finishing nails.

She took him by the hand and whispered, “Follow me.”

She led Roger to Cameras.

They were alone in a stock room among crates of cameras
bodies and zoom lenses.

“Take me here.” Felicity playfully nibbled his lips.

Roger gulped. “Oh Felicity, May I – May I take you here?”

Felicity abruptly stood, “Oh for God’s sake, Roger!” She pulled
down her skirt, “I was on my back with my legs up. What the Hell
do you think?”

“It feels so weird,” Roger pouted. “Why do we have to
do it here?”

Felicity relaxed and smiled. “If I tell you it won’t be fun! Shall
we have another go?”

Roger grinned like a happy little boy: “OK.”

“Good.” Felicity smoothed his hair. “Give me a head
start! Count to ten! “


Roger was in lingerie when he spotted Felicity in Shoes.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved