Racists still live among us. Unfortunately for Hank Garcia, he knew firsthand what it was like to be persecuted for being different. Ever since grade school, Max Winters found ways to hurt Hank. It started with name calling.
“Hey snowman, you’re ugly.”
Eventually the spewing of insults turned into beatings and chases. Not even attempts at reasoning could get through to Max. Hank thought Max would mature over the years. He could not believe someone hated him because he was an Albino.
He compared himself to Max and noted that Max had long blond hair and his was nappy and white. Max had baby blue eyes and his were red. Max had fair skin yet his was pale and burned easily.
By high school, Hank ran out of patience and got better grades than Max, played basketball better, and stole Max’s girlfriend.
So as Hank knelt on the snow in a secluded wooded area, stripped down to his underwear, he prayed for a miracle.
Max kicked him in his ribs, cocked a revolver and pointed it at the back of Hank’s head.
Hank shut his eyes. With teeth chattering and body shivering, he listened to the sudden screams. The terrible sound of bones crunching made him wince. When at last he drew the courage to open his eyes, he saw a trail of blood on the snow that led to a crumpled up Max. Next to the broken cadaver stood a giant beast; its white hairy coat blended into the landscape. Its red eyes gleamed from the direct sunlight. The huge snow beast growled and ran away, leaving a trail of giant footprints behind.