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Three funny and sentimental stories.LITTLE. Chiara is drunk, to the point of launching that challenge: she will go in the bed with im. Even if it looks like a child, she knows that he is his age. He was born like that, he is a dwarf. But the joke ends badly when his ex-boyfriend intervenes. The next day, back lucid, would like to remedy, but her little friend has disappeared. What did they do to him? In amazement she realizes she really cares for him.MULE. Strange friendship, the one between Dora and Mulo. He is a difficult, unintelligent child, teased by everyone, she is an old too talkative, lost in memories. When a niece decides to have her transferred to a retirement home, however, the unpredictable happens.PIERROT. Re-visitation of the fairy tale of Tom Thumb seen from a completely different point of view, that of Pierrot, his elder brother, who hates him and considers him a great liar.
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Illusion Short Stories # 8
Original title: Piccolo
Translated by Chiara Perfetti
Original title: Mulo
Translated by Cinzia Albanese
Original title: Pierrot
Translated by Tea Todorovik
© 2018 Illusion
© 2018 Stefano Pastor
Graphics: Angela M.
Damn, was he little!
I was the first one to speak of it. I poked Silvia and whispered not too low: “What do you say, is he a kid?”
Giulia answered in her place: “Oh come on, can’t you see? He’s a dwarf.”
He might have been, yes, and the one standing beside him surely was, but he still looked like a kid to me.
That night we all were at least tipsy, not to say utterly drunk. It was our usual Friday night out, no restraints, no rules. I was able to pass them up for a while, but now that I didn’t have a boyfriend anymore I relapsed in that sad habit.
We went on the hunt, that’s how they used to say, though we rarely caught prey. At most, I was the only one to succeed, for I’m not bad at all. The others, poor souls, had to make do with sighing.
Not that Silvia and Giulia were horribly ugly girls, but they simply didn’t know how to dress up to show what mother nature gifted them with. Silvia wore those hideous Coke-bottles looking glasses, and Giulia with her sad stringy hair split up in two small braids like a little girl. So pathetic!
But then why did I hang out with them? Well, because we were friends since forever and because… ok, I’ll admit it, among them I stood out. Damn it, I was a looker! Screw modesty.
I couldn’t even recall how we ended up in that amusement park. Perhaps we were curious of the novelty, or maybe because it could have been a nice boy-hunting territory. Then Silvia wanted to buy an envelope and we got there.
It was and old game but it still held its charm. They sold envelopes to the crowd, sealed envelopes. Then some were drawn and the negotiations began. The barker made them offers to buy the envelopes. You could never know what prize was inside them, so it was all a gamble.
Silvia’s was yet to be drew so our attention to the game dwindled. We stood watching the others negotiate and we grew increasingly bored. What was before us was a simple bandwagon, packed with all sorts of prizes, and in front of its opened back-door was a little stage. The barker was a dwarf and his voice was so incredibly stentorian that he had no need for a microphone.
Except he wasn’t the one we were interested in. That would be his assistant.
Clearly, he was the barker’s son, but was he a kid or a dwarf like him?
“Let’s ask him”, I proposed.
The chicks started giggling, which only strengthened my curiosity.
“I’ll do it”, I said, and waited not for an answer. I pushed through the crowd and shoved my way to the makeshift stage.
“Hey you, little man!” I shouted.
The little man knew right away that I was talking to him and gave me a rather uninviting look.
I kept going, unwavering: “Are you a kid or what?”
He pretended to ignore me.
By now I was on a roll, blame the alcohol for that. I chugged three beers in a row and my alcohol tolerance was also low. “Oh, come on, don’t make me beg. How old are you?”
He probably only answered to avoid trouble. A squawking drunk like me could compromise the whole game. So, he left his father and walked up to me. “Nineteen”, he answered.
I was flabbergasted: that little fellow was my same age. Yet he looked like a child, just a child. His body did not appear to be affected by any kind of deformity, only its proportions where reduced.
Since I kept silent, he ignored me and went back to his father. I let myself get lost in the crowd once again and I was back with my friends, who had been following that quick exchange.
“You believe him?” Silvia asked.
“Why shouldn’t it be true?” Giulia argued. “That’s how they are.”
“Do you think that…will it work? Can he do it like everybody else?”
The two burst out laughing.
“My gosh, that should also be to scale!” Giulia added. “It’s nasty to even just think about it. I would feel like I were doing it with a kid!”
“I would like to see him naked”, continued Silvia, undeterred. “To see what he’s like.”
“Such a perv! How can you even think something like that?”
The chicks squawked and I couldn’t take my eyes off the small man. He looked efficient, almost like he could anticipate his father’s commands. Perhaps he had been doing that job for so long that he always knew what to expect.
I don’t know why I said what I said. At that time, I blamed it on the alcohol. “I’ll do it.”
“You’ll do what?” Silvia asked me.
“I’ll fuck him. Then I’ll have your answers.”
Once more, they burst out laughing. “Are you crazy?”
I shrugged. “What does it matter? If he can’t get hard then I’ll get nothing. If, on the other hand, he gets hard… then it can’t be that bad!”
“But he’s like a child!”
“He is our age, haven’t you heard him?”
“I wonder if he has ever done it.”
“Wait, are you serious? Do you realize what you want to do?”
Truth be told, the little man didn’t turn me on at all, I was simply curious. It was the appeal of the forbidden, of the impossible, that turned me on.
“You think I can’t do that? That he would reject me?”
“You are nuts!”, Giulia rebated in a tone that implied she had more than enough with this matter.
It ended there. We talked about other topics, all of them more or less petty, and kept on exploring what was left of the amusement park.
Still, the idea lingered. We hung out for another hour or so amidst the different attractions, then the clock struck midnight and we had to start heading home.
“You go first”, I said. “I’m staying a little bit more.”
Giulia figured it out right away. “You really want to do that!”
“Just go!” I snapped. “If something happens, you’ll be the first to know tomorrow morning.”
At first it wasn’t easy to persuade them, but after a few minutes they left me. They were still giggling.
I went back to the dwarfs’ bandwagon.
The show was over and the little man was dismantling the stage. His father was nowhere to be seen. “You got it?” I asked. “Do you need some help?”
He shot me an enraged look, but still he answered politely. “No thank you.”
“My name is Chiara”, I introduced myself.
He mumbled something, maybe a name, but I couldn’t understand it.
“What are you going to do now?”
“I mean now that you’re done with work. The show’s over, isn’t it? What are you up to? You’ll go have fun?”
I didn’t give much thought to the fact that it was well past midnight. I imagined they had different kinds of schedules.
“What do you want?”, he straight up asked me.
I shrugged. “I imagine you’re new around here. Maybe you don’t know anybody. I could show you the city.”
I was proud of that nice speech, it sounded irreproachable to me. Again, he mumbled something gibberish.
“What? Speak louder, I can’t hear you!”
“Is this a joke? Are you mocking me?”
“Huh? Why does it have to be a joke? What are you saying?”
“You truly would like to be seen hanging out with me?”
No, I didn’t want that. The thought that someone could see me hanging out with that shrimp was unbearable to me. I just wanted to fuck and get it over with!
“Of course! What’s the matter with that? You never hung out with a girl before?”
“Not with a girl like you.”
I suspected he wasn’t referencing to my beauty and maybe I should have felt insulted, but I was still drunk with my boldness and I felt like a genius.
“Do they let you go out?”
That was a misstep. I treated him like a kid. It wasn’t easy to forget about his looks.
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