was very merry with his new product.
"A new product to change the
world," he said out loud, after pausing in his tracks to lift his arms into the
air as if to portray some marquee of writing in lights.
It's quite simple; it is none
other than this magnificent product. "This product is sure to change the world
and change lives," the man again said, speaking out loud, seeking to rehearse
his sales pitch.
"The most amazing product!" he
sang, in a brilliant voice.
His singing was very welcoming.
There was a thick feel of warmth about the way that he sang and exaggerated the
'a' in the word 'amazing' He continued his long, slow, strides on his merry
stroll through the merriest of the merry towns. He excitedly, enticingly smiled
and waved his wavy hands, as he passed the cheery, bright-eyed people, standing
on the lawns in front of their brightly colored suburban houses.
An eerie tale with twisting words, phrasings, and hidden meanings. What happens when a man enters into suburbia with one goal in mind to spread around the most amazing product? What is the most amazing product? How will people react when given the opportunity to experience it? This is a short story of 3,600 words.