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<blockquote data-quote="Piratecat" data-source="post: 1489901" data-attributes="member: 2"><p><em>Here's a fifteen minute draft for a picture I'd never get a chance to use. I may well edit this later; then again, I may not. Click on the photo first, then read the story.</em></p><p></p><p>-------------</p><p></p><p><strong><u>Wish upon a star</u></strong></p><p></p><p>I should have known.</p><p></p><p>In retrospect, I should have known. I'm literate, and I read horror novels; Lovecraft and Poe and King. I visit astronomy websites and read news blurbs about odd syzygies. I make jokes to my friends about the srange occurrences which happen to get picked up on the AP news wire: grumbling mountains and odd algae blooms and undersea monsters that go "bloop" on sonar. Everyone hears those rumors about dead celebrities, but it's not like anyone <em>believes</em> them. They never actually happen to anyone you know.</p><p></p><p>And I was <em>right there.</em></p><p></p><p>The eclipse happened right in the middle of the parade, smack in the center of Main Street USA. I'd seen the parade before, of course. This time was different. Mickey and the others slipped out of line and made a beeline for the crowd. I was close enough to see what happened. He paused for a minute, touching childrens' hands as they stared at him adoringly. I grinned myself. The actor in the giant mouse suit paused by a stroller and kneeled down to see the sleeping toddler. I think the little girl's mother almost squealed in delight. Mickey lifted his pristinely white-gloved hands and raised his head almost up to the occluded sun, as if to say "What a miracle is life! Look at this beautiful infant who sleeps before me!" I imagine that thousands of years before, Aztec kings had taken a similar pose before an altar of stone. The shadowy light of the eclipse reflected off of Mickey's plastic features, and I sure knew a Kodak moment when I saw one.</p><p></p><p>I took a snapshot with my disposable camera. God help me, I took a snapshot. Because that was about five seconds before I noticed the butcher knife he drew with one of those immaculate hands.</p><p></p><p>That part was over so quickly, before anyone could even move. He hadn't been the only character to have commited the unthinkable. "The blood paves the way," I heard him twitter over the screams. He had an unforgettable sing-song voice that I'd heard on a hundred cartoons. "It opens the way when the stars are right." He lifted a carmine and dripping glove to point, and I looked past running children and panicking marching bands and Donald's blood-stained beak to see what the sacrifices had done.</p><p></p><p>Walt was back.</p><p></p><p>He staggered a shuffling jig down the middle of Main Street, and tourists fell like frozen leaves as he passed. His skin still bore the icy stigma of the cryogenic freezing. And he whistled Jiminy Cricket's little song as he danced jerkily along.</p><p></p><p>"When you wish upon a star. . ."</p><p></p><p>---- o ----</p><p></p><p><em>Thanks to Kidcthulhu for the appropriation of her own personal nightmares.</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Piratecat, post: 1489901, member: 2"] [i]Here's a fifteen minute draft for a picture I'd never get a chance to use. I may well edit this later; then again, I may not. Click on the photo first, then read the story.[/i] ------------- [b][u]Wish upon a star[/u][/b][u][/u] I should have known. In retrospect, I should have known. I'm literate, and I read horror novels; Lovecraft and Poe and King. I visit astronomy websites and read news blurbs about odd syzygies. I make jokes to my friends about the srange occurrences which happen to get picked up on the AP news wire: grumbling mountains and odd algae blooms and undersea monsters that go "bloop" on sonar. Everyone hears those rumors about dead celebrities, but it's not like anyone [i]believes[/i] them. They never actually happen to anyone you know. And I was [i]right there.[/i] The eclipse happened right in the middle of the parade, smack in the center of Main Street USA. I'd seen the parade before, of course. This time was different. Mickey and the others slipped out of line and made a beeline for the crowd. I was close enough to see what happened. He paused for a minute, touching childrens' hands as they stared at him adoringly. I grinned myself. The actor in the giant mouse suit paused by a stroller and kneeled down to see the sleeping toddler. I think the little girl's mother almost squealed in delight. Mickey lifted his pristinely white-gloved hands and raised his head almost up to the occluded sun, as if to say "What a miracle is life! Look at this beautiful infant who sleeps before me!" I imagine that thousands of years before, Aztec kings had taken a similar pose before an altar of stone. The shadowy light of the eclipse reflected off of Mickey's plastic features, and I sure knew a Kodak moment when I saw one. I took a snapshot with my disposable camera. God help me, I took a snapshot. Because that was about five seconds before I noticed the butcher knife he drew with one of those immaculate hands. That part was over so quickly, before anyone could even move. He hadn't been the only character to have commited the unthinkable. "The blood paves the way," I heard him twitter over the screams. He had an unforgettable sing-song voice that I'd heard on a hundred cartoons. "It opens the way when the stars are right." He lifted a carmine and dripping glove to point, and I looked past running children and panicking marching bands and Donald's blood-stained beak to see what the sacrifices had done. Walt was back. He staggered a shuffling jig down the middle of Main Street, and tourists fell like frozen leaves as he passed. His skin still bore the icy stigma of the cryogenic freezing. And he whistled Jiminy Cricket's little song as he danced jerkily along. "When you wish upon a star. . ." ---- o ---- [i]Thanks to Kidcthulhu for the appropriation of her own personal nightmares.[/i] [/QUOTE]
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