Steve Castro

The calm before the storm

He sat at the bus stop biting into a raw purple onion like if it were an orange. I sat next to him and bit into a radish. A bus stopped in front of us and we both got on board. I sat next to a young queen affectionately petting a rooster. “What’s his name?” I asked. “The rooster?” she inquired. “No, the child ghost sitting on your lap.” “Oh,” she said, “that’s Zantius.” When the Onion King got out at his desired stop, I followed him out. As soon as I stepped off the omnibus, the Onion King proclaimed, “You’re the Radish King who can see apparitions.” I replied, “And you’re the Onion King who turns young kings into roosters.”

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