Tell The Story: ”Laryk the Red” [fiction 453]

Rory has challenged me to tell a story about this photo, and so I shall. You can get the background on this particular challenge here.

Edwin’s parents sent him to sleep away summer camp when he was 5 years old so they could take a long romantic vacation in Europe. The first day at camp, an older redheaded boy named Larry K pushed Edwin into the pool. He hadn’t been taught to swim yet and almost drowned. One of the counselors rescued him.

The second day, Larry K hit a volleyball into Edwin’s head so hard it knocked him over and the nurse gave him an ice pack. The third day, Larry K “tripped” and dumped his entire dinner tray on Edwin. A counselor forced Larry to apologize, but he laughed the whole time and some of the counselors did too.

Eventually, all the other kids began to laugh at Edwin every time they saw him, calling him names and putting silly stickers on the back of his shirt like Larry K did, so Edwin pretended he was sick and stayed in his bunk bed unless a counselor made him come out to eat or hike.

By the time Edwin’s parents picked him up at the end of the summer, he had an imaginary friend to help him deal with the hostility from the campers. The friend’s name was Laryk the Red, and he was a larger, meaner version of Larry K with nasty yellow eyes and tusks. Laryk had big hands to grab bullies and smash their faces into brick walls. He had rotten breath and jagged teeth from biting bad boys’ noses off when they picked on smaller kids. Edwin stood up tall and spoke confidently because he had Laryk to help him, and his parents were pleased.

Later in the school year, however, they grew annoyed because Edwin kept getting into trouble for hitting and biting other children. The next year they sent him to a psychologist, but she made little progress. His behavior became more disturbing in middle school, garnering multiple suspensions, and his parents didn’t know what to do with him.

Edwin dropped out of high school at age 16. He left home, lived on the streets, and broke into houses and cars to steal cash and whatever else he could find to fence. Other criminals learned not to mess with him because of his ferocious temper and appetite for violence. He regularly beat up other homeless people just for fun.

Eventually Edwin was arrested and given a long prison sentence. One day at dinner, a familiar face gazed back at him across the table.

“You got a problem?” Edwin asked.

The redheaded man looked down at his plate. “No. Sorry. I thought I might have known you from a long time ago.”

“Hell no.” Edwin flicked a pea at him. “I’d remember.”

~*~

Now I’m supposed to post a photo and challenge three bloggers to tell a story about it.

Please tell the story:

Jim Adams

Tao-Talk

J-Dubs

17 responses to “Tell The Story: ”Laryk the Red” [fiction 453]

  1. ooh love your story. Your creativity shines through. Thanks for the tag, I’m on it!!

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  2. A chilling story. If this was a movie, I’d be too scared to watch it. Well done!

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  3. Excellent story, Paula. I already wrote mine on the same one you did. Probably going to skip this one. No time!

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  5. Great story Paula 🙂 Thanks for playing along 🙂

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  7. Very innovative story. 😍

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