Frankenstein, The Monster

©Jason I. Stutz2020

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The Mother gets pregnant by the man she wished to marry. The infant comes to term, and it cries and it’s wet and it’s hungry. She holds it to her face, “I don’t want it.” And she turns to her husband, and he says, “I don’t want it, either,” with a robust smile. So she tries to hang on, but a second or three passed and the baby began to shrill with tears, to her disgust. She hurls it down into a ditch where the loudest cry of all emerged out that infant mouth and heart. The man and his bride storm off, screaming maniacally, rage and shame and falling, falling, falling…

The baby cried, and a man saw the whole thing. He drove down into the ditch to find the source of his astonishment, covered in dirt, mud on its face from tears.

“Monsters!,” he screamed at their backs, as he held the baby like a precious mirror of Light upon his wrists and palms. So, he took the baby and decided to care for it himself, no matter what, and everyday the baby grew in love, courage, and wisdom.

Like to his adoptive father, young Frankenstein wished to become a scientist, and he salivated thirstily in his mind as the wheels of invention turned. He would, unfortunately, not be getting married “in this lifetime,” he guessed. His vision saw lightning and chrome and glass tubes and beakers dancing with the chemicals they embraced. His vision saw maniacal laughter. His vision saw truth.

The people, as the people are, did not know the depth of their error. They were so impressed by other things, they didn’t care. They would stand together and march, decrying- with shouts and angry faces, torches and metal bars in their hands- the man, Dr. Frankenstein, who sealed the iron doors of his laboratory with fire. He now lay hiding behind the sink, with the monster in fear for its life upon his bosom. With panicked and fugitive glances, Dr. Frankenstein’s eyes took inventory of his inventions and supplies in his lab. “Ohhh, dear God! What shall I do?”- and the “monster,” as they call it, moved its childlike but powerful frame, trembling upon the scientist’s lap.

“Hoooowww weeeee!???!!!” the poor monster howled. “Hooooww weeeeee… gooood?!!!!????!!!”

“Yes, Paul, we are good. We are good, for sure, ” he cooed and stroked the monster’s wiry hair and cried.