Up until the age of sixteen, I shared a bedroom with my parents. Every night I would hear my contemptible father in the darkness, rutting with my prostitute mother (or with another painted whore if she was out fellating in an alley).
I smelled the fetid sex sounds, the malodorous swear words and the corpulent carnal eruptions. I saw the hot cherry glows of post-coital cigarettes. And I heard my heart remind me about the dressmaker’s 10” scissors that I kept under my pillow.
My dear heart continued to be heard after I’d concluded with some lively stabbing exertions.
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Why thank you, Drew! Just going back through the drabbles you've written this week at the moment. I shall leave you some feedback, sir. I greatly appreciate you commenting on mine. :-)
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Indubitably, my dear Doctor. All in good time. Thank you for reading and commenting. :-)
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Brandon is definitely missed yes. I posted on his last drabble (that he posted a couple of months ago) about four weeks ago, asking if he was okay. I'm not a facebook user (I like to use twitter) but Brandon's facebook address is mentioned on his profile page. Someone should drop him a line and say hi! :-)
op ruoho over 9 years ago
That made me laugh out loud. =p
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Haha! Glad you enjoyed it, OPR! Always great to see you here on drablr. I want to read some more of your writing soon. :-)
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
LOL! Thank you, Francis. You're terribly kind. :-)
Michael D. Brooks over 9 years ago
Another great example of "show, don't tell." I pictured a dirty little room that was dark and dirty all the time.
Suriya over 9 years ago
wow! thats a lot of details in 100 words...
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Thank you Michael and suriya :-)
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Super generous feedback, nekokirin! Thank you :-)
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Thank you to all who read and voted for, "I heard my heart remind me" to make it Drabble of the Week #41!