Diabolic Fiction

Gorge D'Pigeon

"Hurry up, Malcom."
"I'm trying, Benton, I'm trying."
The two old men fumbled with a heavy, suit of fur.
"Get it on, a car's coming."
Malcom zipped up the suit and adjusted his head. "Is it on straight?"
"Yes. Now get next to the road and wait for the command."
Benton led his friend to the side of the highway and hid behind him.
"Now, when I say 'GO!', you run straight across and don't stop 'til I tell you to."
"Okay. This had better work."
Malcom readied himself to sprint across the dark and lonely highway. It had been 50 years since he had run for the track team at Harvard.
The car turned a corner and came closer.
"Get ready, Malcom. Here... it... comes... GO!"
Malcom sprinted across the road almost tripping over his own furry feet.

Inside the Porcshe 911, Kathy Winters was enjoying the drive home. She decided to use the side road so that she could give her sports car a real workout. As she turned a corner, she accelerated to 95 mph.
It was then that she saw Bigfoot run in front of her. Her blood froze and she had to veer sharply to keep from slamming into it.
Her car lost its traction and careened into a 100-foot deep gorge.

Malcolm stripped off his fur suit and sat down to catch his breath as Benton ran up to him.
"That was great, Malcolm! Did you see her face? Well, of course you didn't see her face. You were running for your life! Ha ha! Don't worry. I got it all on video."
Malcolm bundled the suit and stood up. "What happened to her?"
"She went right off the cliff."
"Wow. We must have really scared her. Let's get home. I want to see that video."
"Can we get some KFC first?"
"Are you serious?"
"It's the gravy... lord, it's the gravy!"