We have a parade that runs through the heart of my neighborhood every summer. For some, it’s a source of joy. For others, not so much. I got caught in it a few years ago and made the comment “Hell is a parade,” and a friend who is much smarter than me said I should write that story.
So I did. It is short. It is brutal. It is the meanest thing I’ve ever written.
And since that parade descends upon my neighborhood again this evening, it seemed only fitting to share it with the world.
Warning for language and violence. So kiddies, have your parents read it first.