Stories From The Head

Zooma Sompipompi had nowhere to go. He was between two performances of the noble art form of Hareskår, a spellbinding display of how far the human body could be stretched before people started taking notice. There was a kind of festival in town, and Sompipompi, having lived 87% of his life underground, was both fascinated and repulsed by the event. He was, of course, a stunning figure to watch, with his short abdomen, bulky thorax, long, thin arms, and hideous face. (He had no legs, by his own choice). Sompipompi’s father, Arnfrigg, had no idea his son had left their hole, but his mother, Hastesak, knew about it, and supported her son’s decision to start a life in the clouds. Arnfrigg, who was out of work at the time, felt like a father to Sompipompi even though his son had been away from the hole for 234 years. Being oblivious to the fact that his son had moved out, kept Arnfrigg away from the dreaded drug Zooma, to which he had been addicted before he gave birth to his son. Sitting in a cosy diner, waiting for the next Hareskår-performance, Sompipompi suddenly decided to go home. He found Arnfrigg slumped in a chair, strung out on Zooma. His mother had told him the truth. Sompipompi took a shower, arrested his father, and went to see a Hareskår-performance. It was a wonderful show...

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