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.