Platinum Scapegoat (1)

   
   "Platinum Scapegoat (1)"
   
   Mason was a myriad of messes.  Fallen, or dropped--better yet, by a step-family member, yet so sublime, like having the Old Testament falling hard onto his absorbing head; next, paralyzed and wheelchair bound, seeing it all, though unable to speak.
   He never told his Dad what his new wife's daughter had done.  Tanya, her older, an angry, angst ridden adolescent, while Mason was only nine years of age; moreover, he never told Dad about how Tanya's Mom treated him, for he couldn't.  Lost unto a world within himself, deep in trances and silent prayer, begging Saint Uriel to bring solid justice.
   The worst that Mason reflected upon was that his step-mom was attempting to frame his father for neglect, when in fact, it was the polar opposite; indeed, all for the money--smell the money Johnny Football, and you get lost in the fiction of it all.
   Mason's Dad's name was Rob, and he was being robbed.  Mason figured they'd have him (Mason) killed and his Dad blamed in a few months.  So, as the shortest verse in the King James Bible goes:  "Jesus wept."  Too, Mason wept, his tears still able to run down his scrawny face within the fiction of a happy suburbia.