People disliked Whitney on sight. No one knows why exactly. He was polite and friendly. He stood a mere 5’6″ and weighed 130 pounds. Rumors spread about him. Some tenants whispered he was a CIA assassin, others claimed he was a Russian sleeper agent.
Some knew he was an alien.
Folks claimed anything to justify bullying him all the time.
Then the hurricane arrived, hurling large objects everywhere. A crowd gathered to see the boat sitting on his balcony.
“There!” said Viola. “That’s his spaceship!”
“Told you he’s gonna make us all pod people!”
Whitney had to go to little Jeffrey’s birthday party despite the mess on his balcony. The toy “space gun” seemed perfect.
Bart and his bully’s found Whitney in the hallway. “Look! he’s got a ray gun!” warned Bart.
“What? This?” winced Whitney. He wondered if they were truly that stupid.
“He gonna burn us all down!”
Whitney didn’t sleep very well during the hurricane, so he was feeling punchy. “Right! Or on this setting, it’ll shrink your pricks and turn y’all into Democrats!”
Bart and friends gasped. “Now listen Wimply…ah Whitney. You know we was just playin’. No heart feelings, right? We’re just leavin’ now.”
Whitney kept the toy gun with him at all times after that.
No one ever bullied him again.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/10/15/sunday-photo-fiction-october-15th-2017/