fiction every day
Trying to write fiction every day until I learn how.
It's a skill, i will develop it.
Here is today's attempt.
I'm almost sick with sweating right now, sitting under the shade of a plastic palm tree in the corner of this casino. Across from me I see the blonde man sitting. Across from him, a fat man studiously ignores him.
I'm sweating like child, and I'm afraid that if I stand up my knees will go soft and start jittering.
It's a phrase you read, "shaking with fear" but it's a thing. It really happens. You legs start to go and you can't control the movement. And no matter how tight and controlled your face is, you look like a frightened child when your legs start to sway.
So I am sitting here, a factory of sweat and crazy pants scary chemicals, boiling in my own juices. Right now i want it all to be done and gone.
So i force myself to jump. It feel slike jumping, actually it's a slow deliberate escalation. I can't do it by inches, my body is stuck in place so i have to shove it.
I shove myself to my feet, much slower than It feels like, and the tall blonde man walks into the mens room.
The nausea starts to well up, and in that moment I don't want to be here. I can feel jar of jelly in my pocket. It's reassuring.
I walk into the bathroom, sweating and shaking, fear on my face in bulging eyes, hidden gaze, and my hands to still.
I walk up to the man at the stall, the tall blonde man, past the fat man who studiously doesn't notice the blonde man but is very aware of me.
He turns to see my face, see's my fear and knows why I am there. He steps between me and the blonde man.
He knows my intent is to cause harm, but he also knows, from decades of mean and septic, that i'm not a real threat.
It was stupid of me to think I could ever pull this off. And I can see him thinking this in the tiny moment before he reacts.
The blonde man in the stall speaks. I don't know the language but i know the tone.
I sputter nervously, trying to diffuse the situation. My words are gibberish, but it doesn't matter, as they don't speak my language either.
The fat man is annoyed by my intrusion, by my interuption. The blonde man speaks again, and my panic is evident and then the fat man punches me in my face.
The sky flashes, with black and brilliant light.
This moment stretches westward, the seconds slow, I can feel my stuble growing and my vision darken, and the sky flashes again as the fat man continues to it me.
I can't really feel it yet, just the moment of impact, and the vivid distortion of awareness tat comes with it. The bright red white black flash, the ring in my head, the mounting panic and confusion and the wanting it to all to fall away.
I pull the jar of jelly form my pocket and I see the filthy peeling linoleum shove itself at me as I fall, and when I hit the ground the tiny jar of jelly smashes in my hand.
In this moment, the fear falls away, the air become crisp and clean, and as the blonde man turns, his bodyguard forgotten, his anger and the booze in his blood the only appetites he responds to.
too distracted by his annoyance to notice this.
I have grown, imperceptibly. My arms become solid and taught, my eyes clear, the pores close and my gravity sinks to legs and knees, and my hand covered in yellow pablum and thin bits of glass the stench of it filling the room.
I am hallucinating wildly, which is distracting. I have to do things that are not normal, the the blonde man slowly turning into a monkey faced killer confuses me momentarily until I remember where I am why I am here.
And when I stand up, I skin the fat man.
I take of his flesh with my hands. I pull apart his body and don't find what I'm looking for.
The blonde man is shooting at me, but surprisingly hasn't hit me.
But time has slowed, and it may be that he just hasn't hit me yet.
And I look into the blonde man, who has finished his transformation, he his an orangutang with a fez and a cartoonishly large gun. I hate this feeling of unreality, and I vomit in the moments between the seconds and realize i have been shot.
But I have the monkey now, and I disassemble him. And there it is. He is filled with marbles.
I collect them in my bag and and watch with some small surprise as his body starts to burn and grow flowers.
I can't remember which one is real, but i remember to clean myself. My other clothes folded and hidden behind the toilet seat covers in the blonde monkeys stall.
The sky has turned a swirling pink, and I look very handsome, and stand for minutes or moments as I watch my stubble slowly growing in.
And with my prize, my precious bag of marbles, which I know aren't what I seem to think they are. I walk out of the casino bathroom as a man in charge of the world, and out into a city filled with crimson and turquoise and smoke, my hand still dripping with jelly and walk until I find a place to sit and drink until the world is normal again.
It's a skill, i will develop it.
Here is today's attempt.
I'm almost sick with sweating right now, sitting under the shade of a plastic palm tree in the corner of this casino. Across from me I see the blonde man sitting. Across from him, a fat man studiously ignores him.
I'm sweating like child, and I'm afraid that if I stand up my knees will go soft and start jittering.
It's a phrase you read, "shaking with fear" but it's a thing. It really happens. You legs start to go and you can't control the movement. And no matter how tight and controlled your face is, you look like a frightened child when your legs start to sway.
So I am sitting here, a factory of sweat and crazy pants scary chemicals, boiling in my own juices. Right now i want it all to be done and gone.
So i force myself to jump. It feel slike jumping, actually it's a slow deliberate escalation. I can't do it by inches, my body is stuck in place so i have to shove it.
I shove myself to my feet, much slower than It feels like, and the tall blonde man walks into the mens room.
The nausea starts to well up, and in that moment I don't want to be here. I can feel jar of jelly in my pocket. It's reassuring.
I walk into the bathroom, sweating and shaking, fear on my face in bulging eyes, hidden gaze, and my hands to still.
I walk up to the man at the stall, the tall blonde man, past the fat man who studiously doesn't notice the blonde man but is very aware of me.
He turns to see my face, see's my fear and knows why I am there. He steps between me and the blonde man.
He knows my intent is to cause harm, but he also knows, from decades of mean and septic, that i'm not a real threat.
It was stupid of me to think I could ever pull this off. And I can see him thinking this in the tiny moment before he reacts.
The blonde man in the stall speaks. I don't know the language but i know the tone.
I sputter nervously, trying to diffuse the situation. My words are gibberish, but it doesn't matter, as they don't speak my language either.
The fat man is annoyed by my intrusion, by my interuption. The blonde man speaks again, and my panic is evident and then the fat man punches me in my face.
The sky flashes, with black and brilliant light.
This moment stretches westward, the seconds slow, I can feel my stuble growing and my vision darken, and the sky flashes again as the fat man continues to it me.
I can't really feel it yet, just the moment of impact, and the vivid distortion of awareness tat comes with it. The bright red white black flash, the ring in my head, the mounting panic and confusion and the wanting it to all to fall away.
I pull the jar of jelly form my pocket and I see the filthy peeling linoleum shove itself at me as I fall, and when I hit the ground the tiny jar of jelly smashes in my hand.
In this moment, the fear falls away, the air become crisp and clean, and as the blonde man turns, his bodyguard forgotten, his anger and the booze in his blood the only appetites he responds to.
too distracted by his annoyance to notice this.
I have grown, imperceptibly. My arms become solid and taught, my eyes clear, the pores close and my gravity sinks to legs and knees, and my hand covered in yellow pablum and thin bits of glass the stench of it filling the room.
I am hallucinating wildly, which is distracting. I have to do things that are not normal, the the blonde man slowly turning into a monkey faced killer confuses me momentarily until I remember where I am why I am here.
And when I stand up, I skin the fat man.
I take of his flesh with my hands. I pull apart his body and don't find what I'm looking for.
The blonde man is shooting at me, but surprisingly hasn't hit me.
But time has slowed, and it may be that he just hasn't hit me yet.
And I look into the blonde man, who has finished his transformation, he his an orangutang with a fez and a cartoonishly large gun. I hate this feeling of unreality, and I vomit in the moments between the seconds and realize i have been shot.
But I have the monkey now, and I disassemble him. And there it is. He is filled with marbles.
I collect them in my bag and and watch with some small surprise as his body starts to burn and grow flowers.
I can't remember which one is real, but i remember to clean myself. My other clothes folded and hidden behind the toilet seat covers in the blonde monkeys stall.
The sky has turned a swirling pink, and I look very handsome, and stand for minutes or moments as I watch my stubble slowly growing in.
And with my prize, my precious bag of marbles, which I know aren't what I seem to think they are. I walk out of the casino bathroom as a man in charge of the world, and out into a city filled with crimson and turquoise and smoke, my hand still dripping with jelly and walk until I find a place to sit and drink until the world is normal again.