Taking Candy From A Baby … PART 12 … of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga … written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
You really should pay attention when your baby cries … if you don’t understand why … look around … see what you don’t see. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.
Walter Sebastian laughed his ass off. That old girl … Summer … was a trip! She thought he was just an old, senile man with a dog. He scared her alright. He knew she wouldn’t be able to describe him to anyone. He had made himself appear old. He had been sitting … thinking about different things. She always popped up in his thoughts … she made him want to play with his polka dots.
He thought about the tax man. He thought he’d made him disappear without a trace. Walter Sebastian couldn’t count the people who had come into his life … he made disappear. Oh, there were a few he let get away. He always seemed to know when it would be okay too. Sure enough … the ones he let go never told anyone what happened.
Walter Sebastian sat in his chair on the front porch … he was always in a pair of polka dot underwear … he loved colors. For one so vile, evil … one would think he liked dark colors. But no … Walter Sebastian loved his colors. He had at least twenty pairs of polka dot underwear … all in wonderful colors. Sometimes … he loved to let others see his polka dots.
Walter Sebastian was damn bored again. He never could stay … not bored. He always had to have action in his life … things moving, screaming, struggling. Excitement! Walter Sebastian thrived on the pain of others … he also, liked to end … their pain. It was simple as that.
I’m so damn bored. He scratched his head … looked around at the scenery around him. He never saw its beauty … the only beauty he saw was in hurting others … and his beloved … colored … polka dot underwear. His shirts, jeans never reflected his love for colors … he kept his colors hidden. Why? He didn’t know and further more … he never thought about it. He didn’t give a damn for nothing.
He saw a rabbit hopping along the edge of the yard. He thought about throwing the broken brick laying near his chair at it. He’d do it to watch it bleed … thrash in agony. He closed his eyes imagining how it would be … he put his hand to his crotch. Michael Sebastian played with himself until … he wet his polka dots.
He grunted, groaned in ecstasy. He moved his hips hard against his hand. Harder, harder he pressed until … the world was quiet again. The roaring in his head subsided … his hand relaxed. Walter Sebastian closed his eyes … went to sleep. As he fell asleep he smiled his strange little smile … damn! That felt good!
Couldn’t nobody play with himself like he could play with himself. He was the best. Colors! That’s why … he loved his polka dotted underwear. That’s what he saw when he played with himself! Colors!
Walter Sebastian woke up … walked to the edge of the porch … pulled his Johnson out … whizzed on wilted flowers below. Flowers never had a chance … they came back each year … each day Walter Sebastian pissed on them. He never saw them.
Walter Sebastian wanted to make someone cry today … didn’t matter who, what … when. He walked into the house to find his jeans and a shirt. He pulled the polka dotted shorts away from his leg … where they’d dried, stuck to it.
Walter Sebastian only bathed once a week if he felt he needed it. Surprisingly … he never stunk unless someone came close to him or … he got bloody from a kill. Walter Sebastian took a shower when that happened … he couldn’t just walk around with blood all over him.
He put his jeans, black shirt on … walked out to his tax-paid pickup. Walter Sebastian drove up the long lane to get to the highway.
Thirty minutes later found Walter Sebastian standing in line behind a young mother holding a baby. The baby looked over his mother’s shoulder into Walter Sebastian’s face. His little mouth was puckered around a pacifier. For some reason seeing that little mouth sucking on the pacifier pissed Walter Sebastian. Damn spoiled little fucker!
No one was looking when Walter Sebastian reached up … pulled the pacifier from the baby’s mouth. The baby’s eyes went wide … his little mouth formed into an O … he began to scream bloody murder!
Walter Sebastian pocketed the pacifier … stood quietly as the mother turned around … held her baby out to see what was wrong. She talked to the baby in a soothing, mother’s voice. The baby quit crying. The mother held it close to her chest once again … the baby looked over her shoulder.
Walter Sebastian began to grin his little strange smile … he reached into his pocket … pulled the pacifier out … stuck it in … his own mouth … sucking on it.
The baby’s eyes widened … his mouth puckered up wanting his pacifier! He reached his little, plump hand out for it … whining, crying louder for his pacifier.
Walter Sebastian sucked it harder as if it was the best thing in the world … then … he pulled it out of his mouth and acted like he was giving it to the baby. When the baby barely touched it with his little mouth … Walter Sebastian pulled it back … stuck it in his pocket as the baby began to scream again.
The mother turned her baby around … her forehead in a crease … wondering what was wrong with her baby. She never noticed Walter Sebastian at all … him smiling the whole time.
Finally … Walter Sebastian was outside the store. He saw the mother walking toward her car … it was parked next to his tax-paid pickup. The baby watched Walter Sebastian the whole time … with his little hand stretched out for his pacifier.
Walter Sebastian pulled it out of his pocket … held it out to the baby … put it back into his pocket quickly. The baby began screaming bloody murder again! The mother talked to her baby as she put him into his safety seat … never knowing what was wrong.
Walter Sebastian got into his pickup … grinning his evil little grin. That’s how … you took candy from a baby! In this case … he took the pacifier from that little, spoiled bastard. Walter Sebastian hated babies.