Two Short Stories: Tell me what you think
“That’s what it’s about man, togetherness, togetherness and topical cream”
“yeah. I think I know what you mean”
“you think you know?”
“I think I know.”
I wander towards his drain. Sometimes I sense things.
Funny, isn’t it?
I look down, squint. Then, after I make it out, bring one eye close. As I go through my procedure he continues talking, as if I have ears in the back of my head. I do.
But if he knew that I’d have to kill him.
So consider yourself lucky. This is classified information.
“People don’t listen to each other anymore”
he shakes his head like the old man he is quickly becoming “Nobody listens, nobody listens.”
I’m just about to reach for my penlight when I catch it.
The gurgling green foam, the stalk with a thousand eyes, the stench: like a proctologist’s nightmare.
He keeps babbling about impotence or some horseshit while I smile and think
“I found you, you little fucker”. I reach for the knife; the fiend catches on, retreats back into sanctuary, but stops when it smells blood.
My finger drips and it drinks, cooing and burping.
Its foul mouth reaches up and closes on my finger as I push it through the drain.
I pull my finger away, that’s enough. It is a late acting agent, and tonight, when the fiend makes its way back to the colony it will regurgitate much of what is left for its queen, the rest of the colony will feed on the fecal matter.
There’s going to be a lot of aliens not waking up tomorrow.
I think this over, smiling as my hands shake with excitement, until I find myself screaming, over and over again “Nobody fucks with my planet!” jumping up and down on the couch, my hands alternate between clapping and shaking.
“- and you see the thing is doc, I pay a lot for these sessions, but sometimes I think you’re the one who really needs help”
Yes, he knows too much, I’ll have to kill him. I’ll wait until he writes his check.
And...the next story:
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We lay on a blanket and watch the sun come down burning the trees black against a blue sky. The moon is full, and around us the nocturnal sounds come alive.
I make some crack about creatures of the night and she smiles eagerly.
Her teeth a little yellow and she’s nervous.
“Why are you nervous?”
“Am I? I’m happy to be here with you, this is nice, this is beautiful”
“Yep, beautiful gorgeous stunning and mesmerizing”
She falls back suddenly onto the blanket and turns her head to look at the moon and stars.
I am stunned by silence.
There is a spot where two trees lean away from one another, creating an open Y. The devils entrance. And I nod to my blue accomplice as he enters the gap.
“No really though” I saddle up next to her, try to smile “Why are you nervous?”
“What; You mean apart from the usual reasons when I’m around you”
“I make you nervous?” I am genuinely hurt by this.
“No, just all men I suppose”
“Hard to tell what we’re thinking” I start to stroke her neck gently, she leans into my hand
“Maybe…”
“Go on”
“No it’s just. Well I suppose that must be it. You got me.”
I nod again. My blue accomplice tilts.
“Yeah. I got you”
“But there’s something else” This isn’t what I planned.
“Oh yeah, tell me”
“It’s a special thing I want to show you” I swallow. She’s looking me in the eyes.
“Right, well it’s a special night, full moon and all.”
He starts to and I hold my hand up, a signal to stop. Still he watches. Waits. He can wait forever. I can only wait so long.
“It’s a present”
She reaches for her purse, strains a bit in finding it, and pulls it out.
A little pink package, wrapped in a scarlet ribbon, it smells like girl.
“Are you going to open it?”
Her eyebrows are raised, teasing me, daring me and I’m feeling wrong.
“If that’s what you want” I am defeated and the ribbon slips off with a single pull.
I start to work on the lid but the bottom compartment falls onto the ground before I have a chance to brace myself.
“Ohh, I love you” She sighs into my chest. But all I can do is stare at the hellish circle.
It’s beautiful and I almost throw up in joy.
I laugh a little and even hug her; my finger is pale as we kiss.
I reach over and grab the bleeding sample, slip it into a pocket.
I look up but the devils entrance is filled with nothing but black air.
I pray for a good night.
……………………………………………………………………………………………
My body is dirty, earlier today I swallowed a fly and felt it lay eggs in my throat, now the eggs hatch and almost instantaneously the maggots turn into young flies.
I open my mouth and let them fly. They move slowly through the air, smooth and slow.
I follow them, my eyes staying on the fat black blemishes of the air.
I follow them through street after street, the day is fat and slow, I don’t really care where they take me, they round corners and I round the corner right after them, it doesn’t matter. Sometimes they stop and luxuriate in the hot breath of milky chested girls, sometimes they eat shit. The smells of garbage and nappy and sulfur and sweat are magnified in the heat, I take advantage, my nostrils stay wide open, sure not to miss anything. But all the smells are smells that have come before and everytime I open my mouth and taste the air the same hot oxide lances through my throat. The same smell of penis and dirty clothes from the tired old girls on the wall.
The flies fly and fly and fly and reach the house and decide to die on the doorstep.
I curl up and die with them, and watch her, the girl from last night, riding a bicycle down the street, feet on the pedals, buttocks bouncing on the seat.
“yeah. I think I know what you mean”
“you think you know?”
“I think I know.”
I wander towards his drain. Sometimes I sense things.
Funny, isn’t it?
I look down, squint. Then, after I make it out, bring one eye close. As I go through my procedure he continues talking, as if I have ears in the back of my head. I do.
But if he knew that I’d have to kill him.
So consider yourself lucky. This is classified information.
“People don’t listen to each other anymore”
he shakes his head like the old man he is quickly becoming “Nobody listens, nobody listens.”
I’m just about to reach for my penlight when I catch it.
The gurgling green foam, the stalk with a thousand eyes, the stench: like a proctologist’s nightmare.
He keeps babbling about impotence or some horseshit while I smile and think
“I found you, you little fucker”. I reach for the knife; the fiend catches on, retreats back into sanctuary, but stops when it smells blood.
My finger drips and it drinks, cooing and burping.
Its foul mouth reaches up and closes on my finger as I push it through the drain.
I pull my finger away, that’s enough. It is a late acting agent, and tonight, when the fiend makes its way back to the colony it will regurgitate much of what is left for its queen, the rest of the colony will feed on the fecal matter.
There’s going to be a lot of aliens not waking up tomorrow.
I think this over, smiling as my hands shake with excitement, until I find myself screaming, over and over again “Nobody fucks with my planet!” jumping up and down on the couch, my hands alternate between clapping and shaking.
“- and you see the thing is doc, I pay a lot for these sessions, but sometimes I think you’re the one who really needs help”
Yes, he knows too much, I’ll have to kill him. I’ll wait until he writes his check.
And...the next story:
____________________________________________________________________________________________________
We lay on a blanket and watch the sun come down burning the trees black against a blue sky. The moon is full, and around us the nocturnal sounds come alive.
I make some crack about creatures of the night and she smiles eagerly.
Her teeth a little yellow and she’s nervous.
“Why are you nervous?”
“Am I? I’m happy to be here with you, this is nice, this is beautiful”
“Yep, beautiful gorgeous stunning and mesmerizing”
She falls back suddenly onto the blanket and turns her head to look at the moon and stars.
I am stunned by silence.
There is a spot where two trees lean away from one another, creating an open Y. The devils entrance. And I nod to my blue accomplice as he enters the gap.
“No really though” I saddle up next to her, try to smile “Why are you nervous?”
“What; You mean apart from the usual reasons when I’m around you”
“I make you nervous?” I am genuinely hurt by this.
“No, just all men I suppose”
“Hard to tell what we’re thinking” I start to stroke her neck gently, she leans into my hand
“Maybe…”
“Go on”
“No it’s just. Well I suppose that must be it. You got me.”
I nod again. My blue accomplice tilts.
“Yeah. I got you”
“But there’s something else” This isn’t what I planned.
“Oh yeah, tell me”
“It’s a special thing I want to show you” I swallow. She’s looking me in the eyes.
“Right, well it’s a special night, full moon and all.”
He starts to and I hold my hand up, a signal to stop. Still he watches. Waits. He can wait forever. I can only wait so long.
“It’s a present”
She reaches for her purse, strains a bit in finding it, and pulls it out.
A little pink package, wrapped in a scarlet ribbon, it smells like girl.
“Are you going to open it?”
Her eyebrows are raised, teasing me, daring me and I’m feeling wrong.
“If that’s what you want” I am defeated and the ribbon slips off with a single pull.
I start to work on the lid but the bottom compartment falls onto the ground before I have a chance to brace myself.
“Ohh, I love you” She sighs into my chest. But all I can do is stare at the hellish circle.
It’s beautiful and I almost throw up in joy.
I laugh a little and even hug her; my finger is pale as we kiss.
I reach over and grab the bleeding sample, slip it into a pocket.
I look up but the devils entrance is filled with nothing but black air.
I pray for a good night.
……………………………………………………………………………………………
My body is dirty, earlier today I swallowed a fly and felt it lay eggs in my throat, now the eggs hatch and almost instantaneously the maggots turn into young flies.
I open my mouth and let them fly. They move slowly through the air, smooth and slow.
I follow them, my eyes staying on the fat black blemishes of the air.
I follow them through street after street, the day is fat and slow, I don’t really care where they take me, they round corners and I round the corner right after them, it doesn’t matter. Sometimes they stop and luxuriate in the hot breath of milky chested girls, sometimes they eat shit. The smells of garbage and nappy and sulfur and sweat are magnified in the heat, I take advantage, my nostrils stay wide open, sure not to miss anything. But all the smells are smells that have come before and everytime I open my mouth and taste the air the same hot oxide lances through my throat. The same smell of penis and dirty clothes from the tired old girls on the wall.
The flies fly and fly and fly and reach the house and decide to die on the doorstep.
I curl up and die with them, and watch her, the girl from last night, riding a bicycle down the street, feet on the pedals, buttocks bouncing on the seat.