13 Jan 2008

He slapped hard. A red shadow, a temporary tattoo left on the pale skin of her buttocks. “…you fuckin plumb. Just stop yackin and get me the fuckin girl.” The humour had left the situation. Unless you were a passive onlooker and happened to find bungled kidnapping and attempted suicide funny. Which I did, and it was my giggling that gave me away.

A wooden crate is no substitute for holy ground.

7 comments:

kek-w said...

These pieces are great, Jase.

"Sometimes waiting is all it takes to kill something" That's a great line.

Jase said...

cheers man. I found a load of gibberish i had written at somepoint whilst cleaning up my computer files, so i thought i would post em and see if there was any response.

kek-w said...

"I found a load of gibberish i had written at somepoint" - LOL!

Well, there's gibberish and then there's great gibberish.

Ruela said...

cool stuff.

cocaine jesus said...

gibberish? i don't think so. good to see you posting some words.

Robert said...

yeah, i enjoyed these strangely beautiful vignettes, too

props Jase!

murmurists said...

love these excerpts. great imagery. edgy. suitably ambiguous. but didactic where it matters.