In honour of Hall0ween, here’s my flash story “Worn-Out Monsters”:
â€œI was a monster, once,â€œ said the porcelain unicorn, sunlight gleaming on its white body and rainbow-colored mane and tail.
â€œReally,â€ said the vampire on the cover of the movie tie-in trade paperback. He might as well be sociable with the fellow resident of the girlâ€™s bedside table.
â€œItâ€™s true. Ctesias of Cnidus, back in 4th century BC, called me a monster, destructive and powerful, killing men and horses. Then the Christians dangled a virgin in front of me, and I fell for it. It took a long time, but it happened. The old beauty-and-the-beast story. Now look at me. Iâ€™m a trinket. Leeched of any sexuality, wildness, magic, power, potential. Even the girl barely notices me anymore, thanks to you. Itâ€™s the attic or the garage sale, soon.â€
â€œThatâ€™s a shame,â€ said the vampire, not really listening.