Jeremy Buckner

Stories from Jeremy Buckner

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2016

            When the fat man who runs the orphanage rises from his armchair to attend to the fire, I have reason to fear. His clubs-for-hands and the meaty sausage links that extend from them handle the pot-over-the-flames so carefully that his yellow, sharp-toothed smile makes perfect sense to me.

            The fat man does what he thinks will make ends meet when money is tight and the children need food. He doesn't buy new suits or lavish sweets too often; sometimes he buys us new toys to make us happy. We fall for it, too. Panem et circi. The others accept happily.