Dead Flowers and the Drive


This little piece came to me on an uninspiring drive to work

The dead flowers in the vase in dank, dirty water caught my eye as I walked past the sitting room that morning, brown crinkled and crispy. I could’ve sworn they were fresh last night.  I noticed something slimy stuck to my ear. I picked it off and held it in front of my face while trying to keep an eye on the road, shadowed by the cover of giant twisty armed trees. A juicy dead white maggot, I threw it to the floor with a scream. I let the car swerve on to the other side of the narrow road.

I shrieked and managed to straighten up – thanking some other presence that there were no other cars on the road.  On this dark muggy Winter morning, I felt like the only soul in the world awake. I felt that I would never see the brightness of day again or feel it’s warmth.

With a loud plop, something dropped on to  the steering wheel.  I looked down just as it hopped to the ground out of sight. My hearing was slightly muted, my ear suddenly blocked like I was underwater . My neck felt sweaty and hot. I reached to the side of my head but couldn’t feel my ear.

Burning bile surged in my throat, I was going to vomit. I looked for a place to pull in but there was no safe place on the road. I opened the car window and tried to slow down. Vomit spurted out like a hot stinking projectile. Chunks of white mess, outside the car, down the inside door, on my clothes, seat belt and window.  I wiped my mouth feeling disgusting, smaller chunks lingering in my mouth.

A lay-by ahead caught my eye. I pulled in and peeled off my wet, sticky seat belt.  As I  opened the  door I noticed that the beige puke was stuck in the grooves in the car door and insides of the window. It seemed to be moving, crawling, creeping. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. It was tiny maggots, slowly moving together like one stinking mass.

I stumbled out of the car and fell to my knees. A stream of hot foulness poured out of my mouth. Black and bloody chunks flew out, mixed in with more crawling off-white maggots in a grotty stream. A popping noise sounded close to me and a searing pain bored through my skull. My vision blurred in one eye but  I could make out an eyeball looking left and right in the stinking red, white and black pool – like some kind of dark Monet.

I tried to put my right hand to my face but it flopped down at my side as if all the bones had melted. I put my left hand to my head, feeling again for my ear. Something small and rubbery fell into my hand and my world went silent.

My legs gave way and I hit the ground head first. My teeth crumbled and everyone of them crashed on to the grass like silent, small irregular dice. I felt my tongue around my slimy empty gums before I lost feeling in my body. My world went not only silent but black and my last thought was of the dead flowers.

There are no comments

Join the conversation

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *