Elastic - March 28, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "elastic". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]

Elastic- Squiddy Geiger - March 28, 2012

Mr. Wist looked around thoughtfully. There was too much to be done, and he didn't know where to start. He sat quietly and drank his coffee, knowing he needed to start, but without a plan of attack, the prospect was daunting.

He got up as someone knocked at the door. He looked through the security peephole at a tall young man in his twenties, a heavy build, slightly dishevelled, standing passively on the other side of the door. He put the chain on, unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door slightly.

"Yes? Can I help you?" he asked.

"Yeah, uh, can I you know, use your phone?" The stranger seemed agitated, possibly because of nervousness or agitation, but there was something, he couldn't put his finger on it, that screamed 'DANGER!" Mr. Wist left the chain on.

"I'm sorry, it's out of order," he lied. "Try down the block, there's a payphone there on the corner." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarter. "Here, use this if you need it." He reached out towards the opening, and the stranger's hand darted forward, grabbing at his arm. He pulled back in surprise, and tried to push teh door closed, but the man's foot was in it.

"Oh gramps, you shouldn't have done that," the man pushed on the door, but it had a surprisingly good chain. "Now you have to pay."

As Mr. Wist watched in horror, the man pressed into the opening, his face and body squeezing, thinning. The face and body deformed bonelessly. Mr. Wist gasped, and backed away from the door, as the man made it through. He moved quickly and Mr. Wist ran but wasn't fast enough as the man tripped him. He bumped his head against the wall.

"Oh yes, you'll do, gramps," the stranger said happily, as his mouth opened wide. He slid it down over the top of Mr. Wist's head, as Mr. Wist watched helplessly. The lips moved down over the body, the throat opening wide in turn. The tough part was when the shoulders entered, the elastic mouth and throat working slowly to engulf.

Some three hours later, Mr. Wist's feet disappeared, and the stranger lay quietly on the floor as the juices got to work inside him.

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