The Feeble Finale of Felix the Fabler

The morning started out with a different kind of nausea

unfamiliar queasiness that was sinking into the bottom of Felix's gut

deeper and deeper

until it lodged itself right there at the foot of his conscience

He was certain that his mischief would eventually take its toll

And in the mirror, he saw a different look in the face

not his mouth, not his eyes, although they did look fatigued

but the nose

the nose was noticeably longer

and longer and longer

And the cheeks were reddish

crimson and candy apple

the demerits now ornamentation

Lumps were beginning to form in his esophagus

considerable knobs

swelling and swelling

until only the truth was left on the tip of his tongue

And then it was all at once flooding over Felix

the red in the face

the Pinocchio syndrome

the coal and the taste of soap cloaking him into submission

The semblance of a single breath left for him to mutter

"It just was a little white lie--"

just and just a little