The Man Who Ate the Stars
Discover what happens when Kyle's triumph over a legendary dessert at Jerry’s Bar unveils a cosmic secret hidden beneath the ordinary...
A Brief Intro
One evening, while out with friends at a popular local bar, I captured the following candid photo. And recently, I decided to use enjoy it for more than just a memory—it transformed into a muse. An image prompt for my writing…
Join me on this journey, inspired by a photo, where the ordinary meets the extraordinary in the most unexpected of places.
After delving into this Science Fiction Magical Realism tale, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Did the story resonate with you? Are there elements you think could be expanded upon?
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Jerry’s Sports Bar was a beacon on Friday nights, drawing in the local crowd with the allure of good beer, great games, and the promise of a night to remember. In the sea of regulars, one man stood out—Kyle. A charismatic, devil-may-care bachelor who walked with a swagger and talked as if he held the world's secrets.
This night was special for Kyle; it was the night he would conquer the bar's legendary "Cosmic Delight," an over-the-top dessert that was the ultimate test of one's sweet tooth. As the dessert was placed before him, a skyscraper of ice cream, whipped cream, and rich, dark chocolate, the crowd around him cheered, ready to witness the spectacle.
Bite by bite, Kyle worked his way through the dessert, his confidence unwavering until the final spoonful. The plate was left impeccably clean, save for the streaks of chocolate that seemed to underscore his victory. He raised his hands triumphantly, soaking in the applause and laughter.
Yet, as the night wore on, Kyle began to feel unwell. His skin turned pale, and a sheen of sweat formed on his brow. Assuming it was a case of overindulgence, he excused himself to the restroom. The bar was alive with the buzz of conversation and the cheers from the latest touchdown, none of the patrons noticing the faint vibration emanating from the empty dessert plate.
Upon returning, Kyle's demeanor had shifted. Gone was the playful glint in his eyes, replaced by a look of discomfort. He tried to laugh it off, joking about his indulgence, but it was clear something was wrong.
As his friends debated calling for help, Kyle's transformation began. Instead of the grotesque metamorphosis they feared, a stunning luminescence emanated from his skin. The bar fell silent, the game on the television forgotten as all eyes were on him. His body didn't convulse; it shimmered with an otherworldly glow that grew in intensity until he was a silhouette of radiant light.
The patrons, stunned and awestruck, could only watch as Kyle stood, now calm and poised, his body no longer his own. He spoke, his voice resonating with a depth and clarity that seemed to touch the very souls of those present.
"I am not who I was," he announced, the alien intelligence within him reaching out, connecting with the humans around him. "But I am more. We are here not to conquer, but to elevate."
The sports bar, once just a backdrop for nightly escapades, was now a place of pilgrimage. Kyle's story spread, drawing people from all walks of life, eager to catch a glimpse of the man who had devoured the Cosmic Delight and been reborn as something new, something more.
As days passed, Jerry’s was transformed. It was no longer just a bar; it was a testament to the enduring legacy of the ancient visitors, and a beacon of the potential that lay within and beyond the stars. The Cosmic Delight had been removed from the menu, but its impact lingered, changing lives and inspiring awe with the story of a man who ate the stars and touched the infinite.
© Eric Montgomery 10-April-2024
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