July 2-Original-"Freak Show"
Prompt: July 2- looking at monsters is a centuries-old ritual
Series: Original
Words: 198
Rating: PG
Summary: In which the small boy with wings feels useless.
Freak Show
He wasn’t sure what to make of Coney Island. On the one hand, it gave them a safe place to hide from their pursuers. However, being around people so like him made him nervous. He wondered what it was like to perform like they did? If it came down it, what could he do? None of the performers had wings, though. Why did he have wings? They didn’t do anything. They were just a dead weight. He couldn’t fly with them. He wished he could.
He thought it would be easier to spread them out here since so many of the performers also had mutations, but he was still shy about taking off his shirt. He wasn’t well-muscled, he was skinny and he was probably the youngest person in this place.
But his wings hurt so badly… he had to expand them.
The hushed silence was a new thing. He bet he looked pretty majestic right now. No, as he was now, he was just a monster; he would probably just be stared at, envied for his wings that didn’t work. That was probably why his brother never wanted to come here in the first place.
