Our tale begins
in medias res and ends
in nihilo.
Johnny watches as the ashes of his arch-nemesis Jimmy's home rise up to the heavens, the flames casting little Petey's form in stark silhouette as he blows out the match. The screams of the family, now barely audible, are quenched in the roar of the consuming fire.
"But Petey, this isn't what I thought you meant!"
"But Johnny, I said the rich could burn in hell, and you agreed."
Johnny holds the stool steady as little Petey adjusts the noose around Father Johnson's neck. The makeshift gallows they've constructed under Mrs. Montgomery's giant oak tree is sturdy. It will bear the weight of the neighborhood priest.
"But Petey, this isn't what I thought you meant."
"But Johnny, I said God is a tyrant and his priests corrupt, and you agreed."
Johnny holds the gun, his arms outstretched and trembling. Tied to the chairs across from him are his parents. A hand placed on his shoulder gives gentle encouragement. Little Petey is standing there beside him, patient.
"But Petey, this isn't what I thought you meant..."
"But Johnny, I said that parents are oppressors, and you agreed."
Johnny looks out over the blackened landscape. The stench of death and decay is making his eyes water. The absence of any sound of life is alarming. Just the heavy breathing of little Petey, close behind him, the pale dawn reflected in his cold grey eyes.
"What now, Petey? There's nothing left."
"What now, Johnny? Why, Johnny, now we can do whatever we want."
Comment: An unpopular view in these times.to be sure, but the conclusions dovetail nicely with those of another astute observer of the homosexual population (among other things), Josh Slocum.
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