A Bizarro Story

I recently entered the 150-word Twisted Micro contest at TwistintheTale.com. My story did not score very well, but when you’re used to writing historical and realistic fiction and the contest genre is weird fiction, with a subgenre of bizarro fiction and janitor for a character … well, what are you gonna do in only 150 words?

For your reading enjoyment, here is my first-ever stab at whatever the heck “bizarro fiction” is supposed to be:

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Body Positive

When the first body part appeared, protruding from the trash bin in the computer lab, I was called to mop up students’ vomit. Yes! It was a foot, large and hairy.

The principal shooed kids off, blocking the doorway and bellowing, “Nothing to see!”

Some said Principal Jones had punished a student for horseplay by removing his foot with a Sawzall. When class clown Victor Juarez showed up on crutches with a bandage covering a stumpy leg, everyone believed the rumor. No!

I delighted when they found the severed hand in the library. And the cup of teeth in the gym. The panicked principal went on leave as the whole school fretted over who was losing body parts – and who was removing them.

Pleased as ruptured patellas, I limped along the corridor, pushing my mop one-handed. A student passed, and I turned and smiled a fabulously wicked, toothless smile.