Hill (For Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challenge: Bullying and the Bullied

He towered over them as they worked on in ignorance just before the boom came down.

They could tell themselves their matriarch was safe, far below ground level. They could take solace in the fact that more sisters were waiting to be born deep below. They could even tell each other a little co-ordinated effort would rebuild this part of their home.

Now was anguish, chaos, and confusion.

It almost– almost– made him feel better about his broken nose, his bloody lip, and the lingering sickness in his stomach.

And it was that damn almost that killed him the most.

(challenge at terribleminds)

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Sex and Public Transport

Busy day in T.O. a few years ago. I’m not one to go into Toronto just to go in– I need a reason to go into the Megacity. I had lunch with a friend on the day in question, and spent a while just riding the subway.
I do love “riding the rocket”, people watching and talking to folks I meet.
At one stop– I was planning on visiting Bay Bloor Radio (“There’s only one Bay Bloor Radio– the right sound… at the right price.”) so somewhere in that area I think– I just looked around, taking it all in– when something caught my eye in the lunch hour crowd.
A man and a woman emerged from a wash room together. They had that glow about them. They seemed very satisfied. They were obviously quite close. Continue reading

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Due Vendetta.

David sat before The Suit and smiled tiredly.

“We’re blocking all broadcasts,” The Suit said.

“Beg pardon?” David asked.

“You went to the dark doc. Surgery on eyes and ears. That’s a broadcast rig. Trying to force me to confess live on a feed? Won’t work.”

“Oh, that. I was donating my old eyes and ears to a friend. Blind. Can’t afford them.”

The Suit frowned.”Then–”

“What they put in was a suicide bomb system.” The Suit started to roll his chair back.

“We’re sealed in. Range of effect is this room. You killed Matt. Fuck the rest of it.”

 

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Damita

“Please,” the woman is saying, “No more.”

But the two men keep going.

I pop to the video’s comment section.

“Take it, bitch”

“It’s all an act, bet they share a laugh off camera.”

“That poor girl”

“if you look up the other vid here on this site with her, she’s a prostitute. She’s getting paid.”

That’s the comment that sticks in my craw as I shut down the video with her begging the men to stop something I can no longer bear to pay attention to. Rather like “she was asking for it,” isn’t it? Even accepting that something was desired at the start of the encounter, she wants to stop now.

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