52 Days Until The End – Bad Day – Little Guido, Part 3 – Short Story

Three teeth dislodged with the impact of her kick, and my nose gushed with a shit load of blood, I clenched my hands into fists and forced myself up from the ground. She started jerking off in front of me, going on about how she was going to beat the living shit out of me, and once she’d done that, she was going to beat me some more, I actually believed every word she said, but, she’d hit me pretty hard, so, I’d have believed a lot of things at that stage.

As the room stopped spinning she stopped spewing her shit and came at me again, throwing punches and kicks, lefts and rights, I blocked, ducked, weaved, spun, threw a few of my own and hit the ground again, she was good, but I was better, well, I hoped I was.

She slowed the pace again, to continue her emotional rant about how much blood was on my hands, how not only would I pay, but she’d bring down Killdone’s whole operation, become the next big kingpin of the burbs, and keep me locked in some small room, where I’d know nothing but pain until the day I would finally be allowed to die. I laughed, I honestly tried not to, really I did, that’s when she finally filled in the missing puzzle piece that had me all outta sorts the whole night. She called me a svin’ya sobaka, yeah I know, don’t mean much does it? Not if you don’t sleek the language that is, strangely enough for me though, three months ago, I took a little trip, had a bit of payback to deal out to some wayward kin of a maggot who tried moving in on Killdone’s turf, she was speaking Russian, called me a pig dog, and it all clicked like a motherfucking light bulb.

I think as the words came out of her mouth she realised it too, cause she got that puppy dog look on her face, you know, head to the side, confused fucking eyes. I fell on my arse and lit a cigarette, she threw herself beside me, grabbing the smoke from my mouth, took a drag, and stuffed it back in. 

Talk about fucked up, things just got complicated, you know, bedroom gymnastics complicated, we had a small fling, felt like something more, but, wrong time, wrong place, not that now seemed right either, considering I just killed her whole family…

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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.

2 thoughts on “52 Days Until The End – Bad Day – Little Guido, Part 3 – Short Story

  1. Matthew, I’ve been away from WP, just occasionally dropping by but since I got an abusive comment last night and now, reading this wondrous prose, I’m back and glad. You’re truly one sick puppy. Brilliant.

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    1. Haha, thanks so much, it’s fun to be in someone’s head, there are no filters 👍Glad to see you back, I’ll have to drop by, it’s been busy couple of weeks and I haven’t had much time to tour around the blogs as much as I would like.

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