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Face down in the sodden leaves of a dark wood, that's where I ended up. How the hell did I get there?
In the days since that night, some memories have returned. My dreams have been filled with red-stained snapshots - lightning strikes of choking recollection.
I remember being at the party. Sarah was there, looking spectacular in that red dress. As the alcohol fogged my mind, I remember her luscious lips moving closer and closer to mine.... but then everything goes dark, as if a sinister dusk fell on my life.
Even the moon that night was rusty red, and only one star could be seen in the black sky. Probably Venus. Not a star but a planet. The goddess of love burning bright.
And that red dress, Sarah's dress - it keeps rising to the surface of my mind, as if its floating on choppy waters.
And the blood on my clothes. Where did that come from? I wasn't hurt. I wasn't bleeding.
They tell me they've found a knife in the woods, with my fingerprints all over it. But there must be some kind of mistake. I never carry a knife.
And the other day some sickos called me an 'animal' as the police took me in for questioning. Some people. I knew Sarah, that's all. It's just routine. The coppers know I didn't do anything. I'm just helping them with their inquiries.
Poor Sarah.... who could have done such a terrible thing? They tell me they fished her naked body out of the canal this morning. Christ, how did it happen? She was mine. I had her eating out the palm of my hand that night.
Some saggy-eyed copper even had the nerve to tell me that I was wearing Sarah's dress when they found me in the woods. I mean, for God's sake! Me, wearing a bloody dress! I'm a man not a big girl! I've got whiskers and I down lager like a champion!
And they even tell me that Sarah's dress was WHITE.... bloody WHITE! What the hell are they on about?! I distinctly remember it as being red! Don't they know that white is too pure a colour for that dirty little wh0re!
Anyway, I guess I'll be getting out of here soon. The coppers read me some kind of statement and told me that a solicitor is coming to see me. He must be the guy who's driving me home.
In the days since that night, some memories have returned. My dreams have been filled with red-stained snapshots - lightning strikes of choking recollection.
I remember being at the party. Sarah was there, looking spectacular in that red dress. As the alcohol fogged my mind, I remember her luscious lips moving closer and closer to mine.... but then everything goes dark, as if a sinister dusk fell on my life.
Even the moon that night was rusty red, and only one star could be seen in the black sky. Probably Venus. Not a star but a planet. The goddess of love burning bright.
And that red dress, Sarah's dress - it keeps rising to the surface of my mind, as if its floating on choppy waters.
And the blood on my clothes. Where did that come from? I wasn't hurt. I wasn't bleeding.
They tell me they've found a knife in the woods, with my fingerprints all over it. But there must be some kind of mistake. I never carry a knife.
And the other day some sickos called me an 'animal' as the police took me in for questioning. Some people. I knew Sarah, that's all. It's just routine. The coppers know I didn't do anything. I'm just helping them with their inquiries.
Poor Sarah.... who could have done such a terrible thing? They tell me they fished her naked body out of the canal this morning. Christ, how did it happen? She was mine. I had her eating out the palm of my hand that night.
Some saggy-eyed copper even had the nerve to tell me that I was wearing Sarah's dress when they found me in the woods. I mean, for God's sake! Me, wearing a bloody dress! I'm a man not a big girl! I've got whiskers and I down lager like a champion!
And they even tell me that Sarah's dress was WHITE.... bloody WHITE! What the hell are they on about?! I distinctly remember it as being red! Don't they know that white is too pure a colour for that dirty little wh0re!
Anyway, I guess I'll be getting out of here soon. The coppers read me some kind of statement and told me that a solicitor is coming to see me. He must be the guy who's driving me home.
Thank you both, but if the new no Newbie rule kicks in then I might have to wait a while before being able to post anything else.
Very nice again. I enjoy reading these short stories you do. Keep them coming.
Nice
And once again quite dark
And once again quite dark
Face down in the sodden leaves of a dark wood, that's where I ended up. How the hell did I get there?
In the days since that night, some memories have returned. My dreams have been filled with red-stained snapshots - lightning strikes of choking recollection.
I remember being at the party. Sarah was there, looking spectacular in that red dress. As the alcohol fogged my mind, I remember her luscious lips moving closer and closer to mine.... but then everything goes dark, as if a sinister dusk fell on my life.
Even the moon that night was rusty red, and only one star could be seen in the black sky. Probably Venus. Not a star but a planet. The goddess of love burning bright.
And that red dress, Sarah's dress - it keeps rising to the surface of my mind, as if its floating on choppy waters.
And the blood on my clothes. Where did that come from? I wasn't hurt. I wasn't bleeding.
They tell me they've found a knife in the woods, with my fingerprints all over it. But there must be some kind of mistake. I never carry a knife.
And the other day some sickos called me an 'animal' as the police took me in for questioning. Some people. I knew Sarah, that's all. It's just routine. The coppers know I didn't do anything. I'm just helping them with their inquiries.
Poor Sarah.... who could have done such a terrible thing? They tell me they fished her naked body out of the canal this morning. Christ, how did it happen? She was mine. I had her eating out the palm of my hand that night.
Some saggy-eyed copper even had the nerve to tell me that I was wearing Sarah's dress when they found me in the woods. I mean, for God's sake! Me, wearing a bloody dress! I'm a man not a big girl! I've got whiskers and I down lager like a champion!
And they even tell me that Sarah's dress was WHITE.... bloody WHITE! What the hell are they on about?! I distinctly remember it as being red! Don't they know that white is too pure a colour for that dirty little wh0re!
Anyway, I guess I'll be getting out of here soon. The coppers read me some kind of statement and told me that a solicitor is coming to see me. He must be the guy who's driving me home.
In the days since that night, some memories have returned. My dreams have been filled with red-stained snapshots - lightning strikes of choking recollection.
I remember being at the party. Sarah was there, looking spectacular in that red dress. As the alcohol fogged my mind, I remember her luscious lips moving closer and closer to mine.... but then everything goes dark, as if a sinister dusk fell on my life.
Even the moon that night was rusty red, and only one star could be seen in the black sky. Probably Venus. Not a star but a planet. The goddess of love burning bright.
And that red dress, Sarah's dress - it keeps rising to the surface of my mind, as if its floating on choppy waters.
And the blood on my clothes. Where did that come from? I wasn't hurt. I wasn't bleeding.
They tell me they've found a knife in the woods, with my fingerprints all over it. But there must be some kind of mistake. I never carry a knife.
And the other day some sickos called me an 'animal' as the police took me in for questioning. Some people. I knew Sarah, that's all. It's just routine. The coppers know I didn't do anything. I'm just helping them with their inquiries.
Poor Sarah.... who could have done such a terrible thing? They tell me they fished her naked body out of the canal this morning. Christ, how did it happen? She was mine. I had her eating out the palm of my hand that night.
Some saggy-eyed copper even had the nerve to tell me that I was wearing Sarah's dress when they found me in the woods. I mean, for God's sake! Me, wearing a bloody dress! I'm a man not a big girl! I've got whiskers and I down lager like a champion!
And they even tell me that Sarah's dress was WHITE.... bloody WHITE! What the hell are they on about?! I distinctly remember it as being red! Don't they know that white is too pure a colour for that dirty little wh0re!
Anyway, I guess I'll be getting out of here soon. The coppers read me some kind of statement and told me that a solicitor is coming to see me. He must be the guy who's driving me home.