Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Isaak’s Fables: the indignant whale, beauty & justice

By Steve Isaak

Wilma, a middle-aged mother of four-year old twins, watched as her shrieking sons darted in front of other shoppers. They were outside, exiting a crowded megastore.

One of the shoppers, a beautiful blonde with prismatic blue eyes and an equally striking figure – better than the one Wilma had possessed, before booze, kids, depression and couch-living had claimed it – grimaced at Wilma, from three feet away.

Other shoppers muttered as Wilma shrilled at her children: “Clint! George Doub-ya!”

Her children ignored their 290-pound mother, kept "wehhrnn"-airplaning, their arms stuck straight out, in front of ticked-off shoppers.

The twenty-something blonde reminded Wilma of a high school classmate, Cheryl, who’d stolen Wilma’s husband, Earl.

Wilma’s cheeks blazed.

Wilma glared, shrilled at the Cheryl Look-Alike. “Watch where you’re walking, you cross-wearing, hypocritical slut! Those are my kids!”

The screech of braking tires on asphalt was heard – then a woman’s scream.

Clint and George W., who’d dashed across the parking lot pedestrian lane, lay in front of a mini van: blood puddles beneath their flaxen heads.

“Good thing you were paying attention to your kids,” sneered another shopper, shoving Wilma hard in the back.

MORAL: Rise above your personal prejudices.

Copyright ©2010, 2011 Steve Isaak. All rights reserved. Do not reproduce in any form, including electronic, without the author’s express permission.

This story was originally published on the Erotica Readers & Writers Association website, in May-June 2010. It was later republished in my second anthology, Charge of the Scarlet B-sides: microsex stories & poems.


  1. Steve...this is ...well, shockingly horrid. Shit happens, and it is never good.

    But your writing is good. Excellent.

    This IS brutal...I just am a bit shocky reading this....but it certainly won't leave my brainpan anytime soon.

    I think you are my favorite writer.


  2. Great story brother...
    200 words? Why so many? hahahahaha

  3. Thanks, Jane - I blush under the compliment(s).

    LOL @ G-man - I know, reduced word-count works are so addictive. ..

    @everyone - thanks for visiting my sites, reading, commenting, all that. =)

  4. Oh wow. I wish I hadn't read this before bed. Ugh.
    Ugh as in, it's shockingly real and I love that, but need to go do something else to get that vivid image outta this mother's head!

    Very easy clean read, excellent message.

  5. Eew! You were feeling bloodthirsty! :)

  6. I like the moral. There is truth here that deepens the harsh reality of life. Maybe, she had been focused on petty jealousy in the past (instead of herself) and that was the real reason she lost her husband to Cheryl.

  7. May we never had to pay the consequences of our weaknesses as she has. You have written this all too vividly. Shocking seems to be the word of the day.

  8. you did forewarn so don't know why i read this at 2:30 in the morning ~ and to make it worse they're showing venomous snakes practically in 3-D on TV right now. so much for sweet dreams.

    you certainly distracted us from the action until too late. nice write. dani