What Does It Matter?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


As the morning suns’s rays lightly warmed my face, I took a deep breath, intending to inhale peace and exhale the emotions of the wretched night, but KC’s death caught in my throat, and I starting gagging on my sobs. By the time my body finally tired of heaving and I ran out of tears and snot, the sun had burned off the morning mist, revealing the valley, river, and village. So picturesque; so seemingly peaceful, the pettiness and prejudice hidden by distance.

***

Stepping off the ‘Hound, KC grabbed the town’s attention immediately. Dressed entirely in black except for a Keffiyeh, hair slicked back on one side, shaved on the other, te exited the bus and stepped into the village square with an openness that ignored the suspicious, curious, and hostile glances from the locals.  

Te just didn’t fit in. Not that te tried to “blend,” not really. I mean, why bother? Teir truth just shined through every glance and gesture, every word and silence.

“Boy or girl?”

“Man or woman?”  

In teir naivete, KC thought, “What does it matter? People are people; humans are humans. That’s what I am: Human.”  

At first, it seemed teir good nature & self-deprecating sense of humor might allow acceptance. However, while some tolerated the enigma of KC, others – for reasons unknown even to themselves – resented or feared teir lack of conformity.

“What are they trying to prove?!”

“He/she needs a lesson!”

And so, last evening as KC locked up the storefront where te worked, three who had grumbled and spat for weeks finally focused everything they hated about themselves, fortified themselves with a potent combo of alcohol, hate, fear, and toxic masculinity, and confronted the walking contradiction of KC, beating, kicking, killing a gentle soul whose only crime was living teir truth.


Submitted: June 08, 2021

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