Capping Day

Capping Day

My cousin Jack was capped today. I have been to cappings before, so this was nothing new to me. I was a little worried of how Jack would turn out to be after he was capped. Would he be different? Or would he be the same? Jack had had worries too about his capping. He told me that he would half rather be a vagrant.
The thunderous steps of the tripod could be heard from afar. Jack stood alone, waiting patiently to be taken and capped by the tripod. I watched as everyone else did, though most people thought this to be a glorious day of a boy becoming a man (or a girl becoming a woman.) I, though, did not think of this to be such a happy day. In my view, Jack would be seperated from me, even though we would still see eachother. He would be a man, and I would be a boy. He would work while I went to school. This seperation would not last long, though, for next year I will be capped and join Jack and the others who are capped.
The tripod finally came, stopping in front of Jack. One of its tentacles wrapped around Jack and raised him up to its mouth. It swallowed Jack whole. After that, everyone left.
Later that day, Jack came back to attend his feast, a metal circle in his head.