Late night nonsense, wanting to ignore the lure of t.v, I penned this tripe ( excuse the pun) not a lot going on, just wanted to flex me fingers and oblige the mind.....
Each morning for the last month William meets Daniel beneath the Oak Tree.
William never late, waits for Daniel, cross legged on the damp shaded ground, he listens to the birds and watches leaves break away, some twirl for seconds in the brisk autumn air, falling then rising dependent on the will of the wind. Others drop, no graceful turns no magic air show, a simple breakaway before a lonely death.
William likes it here, he likes how the city is silenced, how the cars are but a mere murmur. William pours himself a black coffee from his flask, he watches the bubbles burst leaving nothing but a black mass, he lights a cigarette and taps his right foot around the small patch of sunlight that has found its way through the thick huddle of branches above.
From the thickets east of the wood, bounds Daniel, tongue like a drunk snake, flaps aimlessly around his mouth, his lower body is caked in dried mud, he cares not one bit. He grinds to a halt by Williams feet, raises a paw and wags his white-tipped, black tail. William pats Daniels head, smooths his ears, and tickles his chin, Daniel responds by dropping onto his side and raising his two right feet, William laughs and responds.
One Month before, on a windy Tuesday night William was awoken by his father walking into the door, the familiar drop of key, then the slurred out "cunts and fucks"
Williams father is a drunk, a brute of a man, when sober, an animal when not, William's father is full of self pity, his wife left two years before, with a black eye, two broken ribs and 0% self esteem, she never returned. William worries that he'll forget her face( his father burnt every photo the night she left) William worries that he cannot remember the sound of her laugh, but will always remember the desperate stutter of her begging as she lay on her back covering her face, William will never forget how he made her clear up her own shit after one particularly nasty beating, wherein his father had made a trampoline out of her stomach.
After finding the slot of the lock, Williams father, not bothering to take of his shoes, makes an attempt for the stairs, William knows where he is headed. The door is whipped wide open, light floods the room, his father enters, the door closes and light slinks out of the room. It is dark, William smells him first, his senses compensating for the lack of sight, floorboards quiver with fear, William hears and feels the bed groan, he is aware of a feint breeze as though someone was blowing on him from afar, then follows a snapping of a twig and a searing hot pain which ice skates around his cheek. William does not hang around, jumping from the bed accidently, but quite gladly knocking his father onto the floor, he bolts out the door, takes three steps at a time, turns the lock of the front door and bounds into the arms of night.
Bare foot he runs, the world is a blur, neon signs of shops seem to follow him they stretch out like multi coloured tentacles, he sees the faces of drivers, some are curious they crane their neck as he passes, he feels no pain, he takes no breath, he has wings on his feet, he is Hercules, Achilles, Thor, Wolverine, Sonic, A cheetah, he is cold and he is scared, he has stopped at the boundary of North Upstoke Wood, there are trees that beckon him like witches fingers, there are sounds only to be heard from the warmth of ones room, he must not enter, yet he does.
Long grass fingers its way through the thin cotton of his pyjamas, sharp stones and dried mud daggers his bare toes, he runs blind, his chest hurts, it begs to escape the ever shrinking chamber of his chest, he legs stiffen, he ambles on, away, away from all things familiar. And then there is light, not bright, but enough to see, he has made his way to a clearing, a largish space of open ground, where soggy leaves carpet the floor, and where the wind falls to a whisper.
In the middle of the clearing there stands a knobbly tree, its base is wide, young branches reach out mid way up, he hears a gentle call, a soft rustle of leaves, he approaches with caution, and the leaves rustle some more, tired and with a great need to shutter out the world and the repeating visions of his father, he takes seat and rests his back into the trees alcove, and is asleep before his eyes are shut.
William awakes in his bed, he is warm and un-bruised, his mother sits on his bed, she is kissing him on his cheek, stroking his head and tickling his ears, he smells her perfume and smiles. A door slams downstairs, a pot crash-lands on the floor, a glass separates itself into a hundred different shapes, his mother begins to melt, her eyes droop lazily from there sockets, her ears shrink and drop off, her hair frizzles, arms and legs follow, she is a candle left to burn, she is nothing but a mishappen mess on his bedroom floor..... William wakes to the cold, his head is wet but his feet are warm, he hears a scraping sound, and heavy panting, he fears his father has found him, but there by his blue-pink feet is a bone thin dog, with matted fur and a scab for a left eye, it is licking his feet and it appears to be giving him a grin.
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