so, i've been debating whether i should post this short story (flash fiction) i wrote a couple years back. seeing as the last person i shared it with read it before bed and proceeded to have nightmares... it might be a little intense. but i get a chuckle out of it, and i fear that i have come across as pretty uptight and lacking in the ability to laugh at dark humor lately. and i want to show that that isn't true.
also, i'm trying to have the guts to not be scared to post my opinions, stories, and whatnot, for fear of what others will think of me.
anyway...
WARNING: contains language and controversial content, read at your own risk
(i really hope you like it)
:)
-vic caswell
FIRST DATE
Her
breath smells like cotton candy.
She stretches onto her tiptoes to
whisper in my ear. “I don’t have to be
home for another hour.” Her lips are so close to my ear, goosebumps rip down my
arms. Elena loses her balance for a moment and her boobs brush against my arm. Oh my God, I just touched a boob. Does that count? Keep cool, Doug. Keep cool…
Ah, Hell, she’s still talking.
“Huh?” I pretend like I was watching the bearded
lady and the tall man make out in the shadows between two tents. It’s not a total act. If they get it on tonight, I wonder what kind
of freak babies they’d have?
“I said,” Elena wraps both her arms around my neck, her fingers
twirling in my hair. “I’ve still got an
hour. You wanna go to your car or
something?”
My car?
Dude. She wants to go to my car.
“Whatever.”
Her hands are so tiny, I can hold
both of hers in one of mine. We head
back to the parking lot. Just walk slow,
man. Make her think she’s not the first girl you’ve taken to your car.
It’s late and all the moms and pops
have taken their kiddos home. Now, the
freaks have come out to play. A clown
with a rainbow ‘fro takes a drag of his home-rolled smokes and checks out
Elena’s ass as we walk by. The snake man
and two midgets- err, little people- whatever the hell they want to be called-
duck into a tent, smiling suggestively at each other. Damn, the circus is like an effin’ aphrodisiac
to these people.
At least it works for Elena too.
We get to my Camino- I know, right?
-and I open the passenger door for her. Elena arches her eyebrows at me,
pleased at my gentlemanly ways. She’s
definitely going to let me touch her boobs tonight.
I head over to the driver’s side,
but something catches my eye- a flash of white moving through the windows of a car
down the way. I should probably check it
out. Be the brave guy. I bet that’ll get her hot.
I pull the door open, and pop my
head in. “Be right back, babe.”
I should get a leather jacket. I’m
a total bad-ass.
Nothing looks out of the ordinary
as I stroll around a few cars. There’s popcorn and peanut shells all over the
place. They crunch under my feet as I
make my way back to the Camino. Damn
waste of good food.
I thud down into the driver’s seat,
because real men thud, you know.
Elena looks scared. “Where’d you go?”
“Nowhere. Thought I saw something, but it was nothing.”
“Oh. So, it’s safe?”
“Yup. Don’t you worry, babe. You’re safe with me.” Her legs are parted, and I take the
opportunity to place one hand halfway up her thigh.
She leans towards me, and we’re
kissing. Her tongue traces the inside of
my upper lip. She turns herself, and
she’s facing me, leaning into me, pressing me against the window. She wants me bad. She straddles me- oh, Hell yes- and I run my
hands down her back, and palm that ass I’ve admired for so long.
Cold metal bands snare around my
wrists.
Handcuffs? What the Hell? How’d she do that? I don’t know if I can handle that kind of
kink, this being my first time and all.
Then she isn’t kissing me
anymore. She leans back, my arms
handcuffed in a loop around her. She
smiles, but not at me, at something behind me.
My eyes dart to the rearview
mirror.
He smiles at me too, but the smile
is painted on in thick red makeup on a white face, one black diamond under each
eye. He’s lost the wig, and his hair
falls in black, greasy clumps.
I want to scream, but the blade he
digs into my Adam’s apple demands silence.
Elena laughs- a giddy, uncontrolled
laugh. I’ve never heard her make that
kind of noise before. She leans forward,
her boobs press into my face, but it does nothing for me.
Then she’s frenching the psycho
clown behind me. They make all kinds of
wet slurpy noises. Her hips are grinding
against me.
I’m going to puke all over her
boobs.
After what feels like forever, she
pulls away from him. Blood red makeup -
but black in the darkness- smeared from her nose to her chin. She looks at me, and runs one finger down my
chest, and keeps running it down until her hand rests on my fly.
“So, what do you wanna do with this
one?” She smiles sweetly at me, just
like the day we met in Home Ec.
I can’t look at her anymore. My eyes go to the rearview again, where he’s
staring right back into my eyes. His
mouth isn’t smiling. Not even the makeup
anymore. Elena’s made as much of a mess
of him as she has of herself. But his
eyes smile at me. No, more than
that. They laugh at me, as though he sees
right through me.
“He’s your catch,
snickerdoodle. What do you want to do
with him?”
Elena giggles and claps her hands
like a kid at Christmas. Then she runs
her hands through my hair, surveying my face.
She’s thinking so hard, I can almost see the hamster running the wheels
behind her eyes.
Suddenly, she snaps back, her voice
caressing the words.
“Let’s bleed him.”
He hands Elena the knife and she
twirls it in her hands for a minute, then she sets to work on my throat.
Funny the knife doesn’t hurt, just
kinda stings a bit as she draws a smile from one of my ears to the other. I feel the gush of warm fluid down my neck
and I know it’s over.
Fuckin’ clowns.
