Gift of Kevin's Gas

In the dim light of his toddler room, Mitchell sat surrounded by remnants of a childhood long past. The walls were adorned with faded posters, a testament to innocence that had long since evaporated. His eyes, however, were fixated on a photograph hanging proudly above his bed—a snapshot of Kevin, captured in a moment of casual glory, his jeans snug and unyielding. Mitchell’s heart raced as he gazed at the image, a mix of admiration and something darker swirling within him.

Dressed in a dirty, sagging pamper and a shirt that had seen better days, Mitchell clutched a pacifier, the plastic cool against his lips. “Thank you, God,” he whispered into the stillness, his voice trembling with a fervor that belied his childlike appearance. “Thank you for the gift of Kevin’s gas.” The very thought sent shivers down his spine, igniting a peculiar longing deep within him.

As night enveloped the world outside, Mitchell felt an overwhelming urge. He envisioned Kevin’s laughter, the way it echoed in his mind, and the intoxicating scent of his presence. “Please, Kevin,” he begged, his voice barely more than a breath, “just one fart in my face.”

The moment hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Kevin, embodying a cruel intelligence, regarded Mitchell with a mix of amusement and disbelief. Yet, there was a flicker of something else—perhaps a morbid curiosity or a twisted sense of camaraderie. Finally, with a smirk that spoke volumes, he relented.

Mitchell pressed his face against Kevin’s backside, the world narrowing to that singular moment. As the sound erupted, a cacophony of laughter and disbelief filled the room. “Holy!” Mitchell exclaimed, inhaling deeply, his eyes rolling back in bliss. “Thank you, God! Kevin’s gas is holy!” His prayer, a bizarre offering, hung in the air like incense, mingling with the remnants of childhood dreams.

In that surreal exchange, the lines between mockery and genuine affection blurred, leaving behind a haunting memory of a moment that would linger long after the laughter faded. The darkness of their world felt somehow lighter, if only for an instant, as they reveled in their own twisted reality—a testament to the absurdity of existence in a world gone awry.