Dissolution

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A short story, inspired both by Trainspotting and Our Lady of the Flowers. Enjoy!

Submitted: May 29, 2011

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As I opened the curtains of my own lids, I saw just in time the dawn of his eyes. The pupils drained themselves like plugholes, his irises leaking out like amber scum and pushing out the dark. They did not move. Stirring, I raised my arms to shake him. Nothing. I weakly pushed him over to the other side. Nothing.
He’d dissolved next to me just as I woke up. My heart gently yet authoritatively shoving my chest forward, I sat up. The last thing I had heard was Angelie’s voice gliding towards mine like an echo in a slow, empty chapel.
Peeling myself off the scummy carpet, I smelt the smell, like butter, wafting through my nostrils. I could almost taste it. Too sickly, salty. Before, I would have had that too familiar feeling – my intestines climbing up my torso, alerting my legs to find somewhere for me to empty every last morsel inside me. But right now they were incapable of any movement, relaxing in their safe cage of flesh.
I caressed my arm. How kind, I thought, he had pulled the skinny plastic leach out of it … and then, of course, fed it to his own. Like me, crawling around like a rabid dog, the hunger coarsing, piercing through his head. Looking at him now, in his tranquil foetal position, I guessed it was no longer so.
The room, I noticed before I shot, was carnage. The blue carpet was crusty with the salty, sickly fluid, and the kitchen corner stacked high with mouldy bowls and spoons. Now, the floor shone out to me like the sea, a loving azure blue. I reached down on my stomach to hug it, to glide, to touch it. The spiky leach slept beside me on the seabed, the dim light waving hello from the ceiling like an early sun.
But no! My beautiful sea was beginning to shake. The shark had awoken! Our young sun was swinging in its cardboard muzzle, flickering from panic. I breathed a deep breath whilst the monster growled, a deep, gruff, yet comforting sound.
‘Lil … Lil …’ it rumbled, edging closer. I glided up to the surface and turned straight to the shark. Its peaky, white, greasy yet serene face looked straight into mine, sucking me in with the minuscule yet eternal abyss of its eyes. Dry white lips opened to reveal blunt yellow fangs, and all of a sudden it rang out …
‘Lil! That was … some FUCKING good shit! Let’s have some more.’


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