Day 228 – Mine – Short Story

“It’s easy you stupid son of a bitch, just dig it in and pull it back out, it’s what it’s made to do,” she says loudly, everyone in the room turns towards them, and he goes bright red.

“Is everything okay over there Candice?” An older man asks, a big grin on his face.

“Yes thank you Jerry, we are just trying to work out a few hiccups,” she says with a smile, then looks back at the young man and rolls her eyes. “What a creep,” she says, he smiles nervously.

“I-I-I-I, I’m sorry,” he says.

She places a hand on his knee and smiles, “Don’t be Dillon, it’s okay, it happens, you don’t need to apologise.”

“N-N-No, I do, really, it’s not that i don’t want to, it’s just, well…”

“You’ve never done it before,” she says, he bows his head as his face goes a brighter shade of red than before.

“Yeah,” he says, shuffling his feet on the ground.

“That’s no reason to be sorry, everyone goes through this, everyone is a virgin at one time in their life, so don’t be afraid of it.”

“I’m not afraid,” he says, looking her in the eyes. “And don’t use that word, it makes me feel, well, terrible.”

She smiles again, “Dillon, it’s okay, you don’t need to be like that with me, I’m here for you, I’m going to always be here for you, just relax, once you do, you’ll find everything will start working properly and then we’ll try again. Before Jerry comes over and bores us to death again.”

Dillon looks over at Jerry, as he chats merrily away, they lock eyes as he grins, nodding his head, and winking, he looks back at Candice, his face, void of emotion, “Maybe he should come back over,” he says.

“Really? Jerry? You’re serious?”

“Yeah, why not Jerry, he’s, well, he’s perfect,” Dillon says, as he looks back over, and waves Jerry to them, quickly he ends his conversation and takes a seat beside them.

“What’s up my dogs?” Jerry says, slapping a hand over Dillon’s back.

Dillon drives the knife into Jerry’s belly and rips it up, twisting it around, then pulling it out, Jerry’s mouth drops open with surprise, his eyes widen, and Dillon smiles.

Published by

Matthew Tonks

People are surprised when reading Matthew’s stories that he’s a sane forty something year old, happily married, father of one, employed full time and dream of dark disturbing things that any sane person would never even contemplate thinking of. But it's true, he’s toyed with writing for most of his adult life, but has always found the peg a writer must fit into is not the shape he wished to be. His writing can be described as lamenting, long, concussive (yes it smashes you in the head), compulsive, and stuffed with rhythmic communication and violence, let’s not forget the violence. His own opinion on his writing is this, “You see, I don't just want the words to seep into your mind, but into your soul, showing you images of blood and beauty through, volatile language, violence, sex, love and sin. My muse takes different shapes, and every now and then you can see her shining her wicked smile in some of my stories, tempting you with her promises, but ripping your heart out instead.” So have a look, and take a seat in my wayward ride, as you join me while I purge through, this twisted road of madness.

3 thoughts on “Day 228 – Mine – Short Story

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s