Brutal by Walter Bjorkman

I’m gettin hungry, I always do after, but he hasta get back to the ship, so instead we walk the two blocks to the pier. I’m holding tight to his arm, I figure he’s back, what better do I have, not youse guys, I’m your night moves, you go back to the Slope every morning – ain’t gonna bring me back there. He’s makin nice too, givin me that nuzzle on the neck that gives shivers. So I says to him I guess we can pick up again, what are you in town for a few days every few weeks? He starts to get a jitter in his left leg, shakin his right hand in his pocket, like he always does when he’s hidin somethin. So I ask, right out, “You gonna see me, right? This wasn’t just tonight?’ Now he starts to give me the tears, he sits down on the edge of the dock an’ tells me he’s been married these past three years, to that bitch Lena he used to see every now and then. He looked for me – bullshit! and when he couldn’t find me – more bullshit!, he got back with her. So I pick up a two by four and I’m gonna whack him over the head. Figure they’ll find him washed up in Gravesend Bay in a week or so. But I dinnt, just left his no-good drunken sailor ass there. I figure sooner or later Lena’ll do it.

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5 responses to “Brutal by Walter Bjorkman

  1. This ‘his no-good drunken sailor ass’ was me once, so I had to laugh. Really, though, well done all around, great voice. And no doubt Lena will.

  2. guy

    Like the bullshit and more bullshit ,which adds nice punctuation & rhythm to the story.

  3. Ganymeder

    I completely agree with the previous comments. Great voice and ending!

  4. Pingback: Week #22 – The brutality of friends « 52|250 A Year of Flash

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