Flickr Fiction
My head was banging like a Lambeg on the twelfth. Synapses fluttered and misfired in my temples and stars ruptured behind my eyes.
‘Fuck you!’ I screamed, but what emerged was a mouthful of bloody spittle and teeth.
I saw the spray of blood and mucus splash across a pair of Docs just before my eyes swelled closed. Underneath me, hard cobbles dug into my kidneys, small pieces of gravel and stone pierced the soft flesh of my shoulders. I was human pebbledash.
The boots kept flying, my face, my chest, my groin.
The stars exploded into fireworks, blues and greens and reds splattering across my inner vision. Blinded now, the pain shot across the back of my eyelids, creating noise out of darkness, black holes imploding. I groaned, guttural whimpers vomiting their way up my throat. Stomach muscles tensed then, another boot to the breadbox and I curled against the foot.
‘Fuckin’ pussy!’ yelled a voice in the heavens above me. ‘Fuckin’ queer!’
My hands scrabbled for the boot, sliding off the leather smeared with my blood.
Someone laughed.
‘C’mon lets go.’
‘One more, I just wanna see-’
‘Nah, C’mon.’
‘Okay. You got any tissues? My boots are ruined with this shit.’
I realised the foot was no longer buried in my guts. My ears sang - a choir of angels on acid. The voices retreated, diminishing into the black night. The girls moved on, looking for more kicks.
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After a brief hiatus in November, Flickr Fiction is back. This ASBO inspired entry from flickr picture Christmas on Madeira by Flickr user Madeira. Not sure who else is in this week but check out the usual suspects: The Gurrier, Chris, Linus, Tadmack, TeaandCakes, LittleGoat and Aquafortis. Also new Flictioneers Neil and Dermo.
See, I am so glad I’m not the only one who was reminded of horrible gobbets of blood by that.
Sheesh, Elimare. That was intense. Visceral. And good in an awful, memorable kind of way.
BTW, Your Santa poem prompted many snickerings.
Comment by TadMack — December 8, 2006 @ 9:47 pm
the phrase “c’mon” now always reminds me of the Lambchop album “Aw C’mon/No You C’mon” http://www.last.fm/music/Lambchop/Aw+C%2527mon%252FNo+You+C%2527mon
which is funny, cos “cumann” used to make me think of women with large thighs wielding hurleys.
Comment by ro_G — December 9, 2006 @ 2:10 pm
Janey mack, I’m staying out of your way until after Christmas. That was full of the lovely old ultraviolence my droogy. Real horrorshow.
Comment by Donal — December 9, 2006 @ 2:17 pm
Blimey. Christmas shopping getting you down?
Comment by Isobel — December 9, 2006 @ 5:23 pm
Ouchie!
I like the little twist at the end that it was a bunch of girls (or women) doing the tormenting. It seemed like such a masculine sort of beating.
Comment by Sarah — December 16, 2006 @ 8:17 pm