Day 268 – Lollipop – Short Story

Spin me round, she said, show me heaven, she added, this night was going to be a whole new ball game to what I’ve experienced in the past, I knew that, but, what I didn’t know, what I failed to realise, is all these words she used, all this feeling she’d woven through every word that left her lips, were deliberate, were, precise, and held my life at her whim.

Of course, I had no idea of this, I didn’t realise she was so strong, so, important to everything, I just thought she was a nut job, so crazy bitch that escaped getting locked away because, well, no one cared enough to lock her up.

We hooked up a few times over the summer, I was bored, and she looked good underneath me, which always make things seem so much better. When school went back, she wanted to keep seeing me, and I, well I had fresh meat to keep me interested, so, I told her the hard truth, every honest word of it. I may be a sleazy, disgusting, perverted guy, but I’m honest.

She wasn’t happy, real pissed, more than I expected her to be, and that’s when she said it, words that sealed my fate for the rest of term.

It’s not normal, I should see someone before it falls off on its own, because, that’s what happens. Then she told me not to worry, because I wear enough girls clothes at home, I’ll be able to make the transition over with little fuss.

I stood there as everyone started laughing, and all I could think about was, could that really happen?

END

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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.

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