Big Feet Worship Novels & Stories

Being by his side would be the happiness of my lifetime. At night, nestled in Jethro’s arms, a contented smile graced my face as I drifted off to sleep. For the next two days, I counted down the minutes and seconds, eagerly awaiting the weekend. When it finally arrived, Jethro and I set out for the department store. As the local Mr. Bigshot, everyone treated him with great respect. Jethro was accustomed to such attention, but I felt uncomfortable, sensing many eyes on me. But it made sense. I had disrupted his wedding, which was broadcast nationwide. The whole affair had made me a figure of interest.

I smelled the sour stench coming off it and forced it down even as I gagged. I had tried looking for work, but there was nothing I could do with my injured legs. I could not even manage the simplest manual labor. With no other choice, I could only beg for money with that old man and sleep under a bridge to stay warm. Fortunately, I still had the old homeless man with me. But one night, he came down with a high fever. I panicked and wanted to take him to the hospital, but every driver who passed refused to let us in once they saw what we looked like. Looking at his feverish face, I hated my useless legs for the first time.

Worship made me blind. Now I see. Now I take. Now I become the kind of man who doesn’t break. Because broken things don’t bleed. They cut.

“Only two more blocks.” “I know where Burger Queen is you goof.” Emma chuckled. They turned a corner and were in the Burger Queen parking lot. The parking spots nearest the dumpster housed two vehicles. The vehicle closest to the dumpster was a brand new, pearly white, full electric, full a.i. 2067 Mercedes G Wagon. Directly next to the G Wagon was a rusty red, dilapidated, slammed, 2022 Honda Civic.