Monkey Business
“I wish for life, eternal,” he says. In his hand, the paw twists, signal of its obedience.
The years pass. He looks in the mirror, finds a hair greying, a wrinkling of skin. He takes the paw from the box, holds it tightly. “I wish to never age.” The paw writhes its compliance.
The crash rips his legs from his hips, cooks flesh on his bones. He does not die. He lives, an agony of twisted flesh. He cannot age. Therefore he cannot heal.
They bring him the paw. Eyes shut, his last wish is death. As it always is.
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Jonathan Mills about 10 years ago
I wanted to have a go at retelling a classic story, more or less to practice plot. I listened to the collection of short stories, Thirteen, and the last story was a retelling of The Monkey's Paw. I loved that story, terrifying as it was, and one of the results is this drabble. Hope someone likes it.
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Chris Walker about 10 years ago
Worked well, I think :-)
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Jonathan Mills about 10 years ago
Thanks!
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Ricky Moore about 10 years ago
I liked it! Reminded me of one of the Simpsons halloween specials.
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Jonathan Mills about 10 years ago
Yes, they did a version of the Monkey's Paw quite early on I think. Bless em.
