Two Bodies – Friday Fictioneers

Hello, darlings… I do hope you’ll indulge me today. This isn’t strictly a Friday Fictioneers piece. Why, because it’s longer than 100 words by about 70.

Not fair, and if you don’t want to keep reading, I’ll not hold it against you.

I should also note that this tale should have about twenty TRIGGER WARNINGS attached to it. It’s not a pleasant tale. I don’t even know why I wrote it or where it came from. Okay, that’s not entirely true. When I saw the picture, I couldn’t help but think about the film Stand By Me, and four boys’ quest to find a dead body.

But then something strange took over, and this story just came, and when the muse starts singing (even if it’s as ugly a song as this one) I make it a habit to listen. Now, I’m not saying that I just wrote this and refused to edit it down. I’m saying that I did edit it into this form, which is, unfortunately, 166 words. So. Take the Friday Fictioneers tag off of it if you will, but here I am, sharing what I think is a powerfully written story, even if it’s an ugly one.

Without further ado, here is a tale I call “Two Bodies”.

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copyright Dawn Landau

copyright Dawn Landau

“D’you wanna see a dead body?”

“Ha ha, very funny, Mike. Yell TRAIN next, be real original.”

David had seen a dead body that summer — his own father. Lately, he spent most days with Mike, hiking up and down the train tracks, pretending they were Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.  He couldn’t stand listening to his mother cry anymore. Not over him. He didn’t deserve her tears.

“Sorry, Dave,” Mike apologized — a regular habit of his. “I dint mean nothin’.”

Mike reached out and touched his friend’s face tenderly. Dave winced and pulled away.

“Stop it! I told you — I’m not like that!” David cried. “Can’t you just be normal?”

Flushing crimson, Mike threatened: “I’ll tell everyone what you did!”

“What we both did,” David corrected, eyes brimming with tears, hands clenching with rage.

“Besides,” he added, “you liked it. You fucking homo!”

Mike threw the first punch, but it was Dave who threw the first stone; Dave who walked home alone.

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Read other, more rule-abiding tales by clicking on the little blue frog (but be gentle, darlings, she’s an amphibian, and is fragile).

 

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31 responses to “Two Bodies – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Deeply disturbing and sad but exquisitely told, m’dear. I often say it’s best to stop editing when you’ve whittled a story down to the length it wants to be. For me that may be over the word length, and sometimes its a few words under. Either way, a good story is a good story, and this is a good story.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail

  2. Dear Helena-K,

    The story was so engaging I’m not sure I’d have noticed the extra verbiage had you not told on yourself. There’s some disturbing stuff here and I mean that in a good way. 😉

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  3. Powerful, there’s a lot going on here (it definitely needed more than 100 words and was definitely worth leaving in its current form).
    Lots of angst, confusion and a big secret leading to (more) violence. Great stuff!

  4. Dear Helena, A wonderful story you have told here! I really didn’t notice that it was over the limit – and I really don’t care because you have the knack for true entertainment! Really, really great story! Nan 🙂

  5. Whoa! Very intense and well done, Helena. Stand By Me is by far one of our family’s all time favorite movies (along with Hook)– we’ve watched it countless times. And yes, this photo does remind me of that. When I took it, I saw something of how fast my girl was walking away… and then, yes, there was the dog. He pulled all of us into his heart. 😉

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