Whistle
“Shit. You scared me. I didn’t piss on you, did I?”
“Startled you. I startled you. You were apparently already scared.”
“No I wasn’t.”
“So why were you whistling?”
“It’s so dark in here. Echo-location!”
“It is dark. That’s how I like my house at night.”
“House? I thought this was an alley.”
“Poe-tay-toe, poe-tah-toe. And no, you didn’t piss on me.”
“Where are you?”
The tip of the blade tickled the length of his spine,
hot putrid breath wafted into his nostrils,
the stench like Satan’s burning anus.
“Why… I’m just behind you.”
“Suddenly my mouth is too dry to whistle.”
“Touché!”
“the stench like Satan’s burning anus.”
Interesting imagery. I think the delivery is fitting. Great read!
Comment by davhelm — May 22, 2008 @ 1:47 pm