Untitled Fairy Tale by Gina Tron
Once upon a time there was a wonderful and diligent man named Eggolio Sr. He only made one mistake in his life, and that was when he gave into his wife’s selfish demands to have a son. Eggolio Sr gave the boy his proud name, but Eggolio Jr. was not proud. He was as weak, he was fragile, and Eggolio Sr. wished he had the life expectancy of a grocery store egg.
“Daddy,” said four year old Eggolio Jr. “When I grow up I want to be the mayor of Denver.”
Eggolio Sr.’s eyes look at the horrible thing that his wife birthed, as he began to drink the glassful of whiskey in his hand. He looked at the glass and sighed. It had belonged to his father, Barlington. Barlington was a real man, who had strong purpose. He had stolen the glassware from a family he killed overseas in the war.
“Son,” he chuckled, “the only town you will be mayor of is the town that is your bowel movement. If you’re lucky. You are weak.”
“Daddy, I want to be mayor.”
Eggolio Sr. could take this bullying from his son no more.
“CAROL!!! Come take this monstrosity out of my drinking room!!”
Carol came into the room, with bags under her once attractive eyes. Eggolio Sr. could take this no longer. He had enough. “Carol, would it kill you to look nice once for a change? I married a pretty girl, not a hag.”
Carol rolled her now tired eyes and Eggolio told her what must be told. “I hate it here now. I don’t want to take care of that thing you call your baby or the thing that is your decaying looks! I’ve had enough!”
Eggolio Sr. proudly marched to his car and drove to the house of the woman he has been cheating on Carol with for years. She had no children, and no desire to have any, and she still spent hours a day on her looks.
“Finally,” he told her while looking at her beautifully done mascara job. “Finally,” he said while getting choked up, “I don’t have to be the mayor of sorrow. I can be the mayor of me. Just me. And my family is now the mayor of the past.”
Darkness. End of Fairy Tale.