Monday, 11 June 2007

23: peach stone

I walk to the tower of apples and stand next to it. Then I walk into the chiller and look at all the other fruit and vegetables that my boss wants me to put out. Then I go and look at the tower again. Then I go out and have a walk around the produce department. I rearrange some broccoli into a more ‘appealing’ shape. I go back into the chiller and sit down on one of the crates. There are no cameras in the chiller. I eat two grapes and a peach. Afterwards, I look at the peach stone for a while. It looks very small and sad. I put it in my pocket. I imagine having a very cold wank in here. I eat another grape. I imagine walking over to Carol’s house after work and tying a note to the peach stone and throwing it at her window. The peach stone does not shatter the window. It bounces off the glass and falls into her garden.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

FREAK

chris killen said...

i knew the 'luv' wouldn't last. i knew there would be 'haterz'.

it is about time.

thank you for commenting on my novel and hating it. or me. or my protagonist. or whatever.