Kaya Has A Raccoon

My first kiss went kinda badly. Something chunky floated against my cheek, I spat it out: a bloody piece of his tongue.

"Its a raccoon." Dr. Yoshida tapped on the x-ray with a stick.

"Eh?- My parents and I didn't know what to say.

"Must have gotten that young boy's tongue pretty good. We're not really sure how it got in there. Your health seems to be fine for now, but obviously there will be some complications in the future. A nurse will be back in shortly to talk with you about it."

"Wow, so you're like really going to die."

"Yeah. that's what they said."

"That's crazy. It's inside you right now?"

"Yeah." I opened my mouth and after a moment I felt his little head poking through the back of my throat.

"WAHHH, it's so cute! Can I feed him?"

"shuore',' I handed her a carrot, keeping my mouth open. She stuck it into the hack of my throat and I heard it crunching in his teeth. I closed my mouth and felt him go hack down.

"How long do you have?"

"The nurse said he could live up to live years, but I won't last very long after it dies."

"What are you gonna do'?"

"I think I'm going to go into comedy."

"But... you're not funny... like, at all."

"People thought Albert Einstein was mentally stunted before he became a genius."

"Oh, maybe you have a shot then," Himiko took a long sip of her strawberry milk. "Don't you want to travel the world or help people in need or something?"

"No. Do you want to do that stuff?"

"Nah." A small group of students had pushed their desks together and were playing cards next to us. Are you going to perform someplace?"

"My grandma's nursing home said I could do a set there." "Wow, you're really full speed with this. Do you have any jokes?" "Yeah, I came up with this one on the train: Some people say that geology rocks, but meteorology blows. But I think I'll become an electrician for the shock value." Himiko stared at me coldly. So coldly the sounds of the classroom faded away and the honks of penguins echoed in my ears. The vast frozen valleys of the arctic stretched out before me. The harsh wind freezing against my skin. "Does it have to be comedy?"

by zombi

This story will likely be continued as a series at a later date.