A Suit For A King – A Short Story From A Twisted Kiss On New Years Eve 2021

A Suit For A King

He turns back to the mirror and smiles smugly as he pulls on the jackets lapel and nods his head rhythmically as if there were a subtle beat playing somewhere in the background.
“I think you’re right, the darker colours bring an almost constant shading to the trim, but,” he says as he turns back to the twisted little man who grins up at him while kneading his hands into each other aggressively. “B-B-B,” he clutches his chest tightly and clears his throat with an overly violent drawback followed by a gut-wrenching cough that causes him to instantly break out in a cold sweat. He stares at the little man with watery eyes, while his grin broadens to a point where half his face is taken up by his rotten teeth. He clears his throat once more and turns back to the mirror as he swallows a jagged mouthful of what feels like a million razor blades, then coughs again as he casts a wayward glare towards the little man.
“YOU CAN WIPE THAT RIDICULOUS SMILE FROM YOUR FACE WHELP AND INSTEAD ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION!” he snarls, only for the little man to start laughing loudly.
“If you beg my pardon, we both know my smile only infuriates you because you have yet to find the words to ask the question you so desperately need to ask about my beautiful suit, a question that needn’t be asked for when you apply a more astute aspect in your thinking you would already know that any flesh can be used for clothing, as long as it is treated in the correct manner when it is stripped from the body,” he says coldly.
“That is just what I said, is it not?”
“A-A-And the cost y-you require?”
The little man laughs loudly once more, as he continues to knead his hands into each other. “I have no need of material things, for I am as constant as the day turns to night, and in that constant lies my fortune.”
“T-T-Then what i-is it you want?”
“There are many things I want, and there are many things I already have. But what makes you think, you have something I desire?” he says as he points a bony finger towards him.
“We wouldn’t be standing here if I didn’t have something you wanted little man, so STOP playing your twisted little games and TELL me what the price of this suit will BE!” he spits.
“That’s what I’ve always liked about you Donald, you always want to get to the point of every conversation. It’s like you don’t like the small talk.” he says, flashing his grotesque smile once again.
“Some moments don’t require the need for it, and this is one of those moments. Now little man, can you tell me what you want in exchange for this marvellous suit.”
“Your children three, to feast upon eternally. You give me them, and I’ll give you that. A knick for a knack.”
“Y-Y-You want my children?”
“Isn’t that what I just said? I’m sure it was the words I used, I even had a rhyme, that was definitely not a riddle. So I’ll say it again, I’ll even sing some more, give me your seed, and I’ll give you my gift, ch….”
The little man smiles and holds out his hand. “Then sign the payment and shake my hand, for the deal the devil made is never complete until the flesh has been shaken.”
“Then tell the devil his deal is done!” Donald scoffs as he takes the little man’s hand in his and shakes it vigorously.


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Allow the finality of all things be complete, and in doing so you will allow these moments, these characters, these short glimpses that are collected here for you to witness seep inside all you are.


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