Beans

Jack stood out in the dry paddock, still wincing every now and then though the throbbing of his sore testicles had died down. He still had the beans in his fist, and he finally gave them another look, spread out on his palm. They really did look like ordinary beans. Of course they were ordinary beans. There was no such thing as magic.

He picked one up, looking at it from different angles in the sunlight and sighed. He bit into one, chewing half of the crunchy thing in his mouth then swallowed. An unpleasant aftertaste hit his tongue and he spat whatever was left out onto the grass in a hurry. The stale flavour persisted for a few more unpleasant seconds, as if to remind him of his failure, then he reeled his arm back and threw the rest of the beans into the horizon. That was when a gust of wind picked them up of course, so the beans floated in the air for a few seconds, not travelling very far at all, then dropped straight to the ground.

Jack grimaced, half from anger, half from fishing his sore dick out of his pants. He stepped up to the scattered beans and let loose a long, satisfying stream of piss all over them, making sure to dribble the last drops into the consecrated ground. He spat one more time then went back to the dusty road, crossing it towards his shack, then sat in the dirt, folded his arms over his knees and put his head down. He had really fucked up this time.

Jack’s mother returned and felt a twinge in her heart seeing her son still curled up in a ball by the side of the road. But she had to stay mad at him, because he had been such an utter moron. They would have to venture back into the village tomorrow and try to find some work, but they had been trying that for months and neither ever got very far.

Mrs Hoff took her freshly filled pale of well water back into the shack, putting it in one corner then went to sit on her shared bed. She saw that bean on the sheets and picked it up. She could only laugh this time at the idea of a magic bean. She sniffed it, feeling a little peckish, and popped the crunchy thing into her mouth. It wasn’t pleasant, but she chewed it up and swallowed it anyway, not one to waste. She sighed the went back to tidying up the depressing little shack.