Monday, September 29, 2008

Sex and death

Driving past a funeral home, Joe Mund instinctively swerved his car into the right lane in order to get a better view of a woman standing in front wearing a skintight black dress. Is this what mourning looks like today? What have I been missing?! As he craned his neck one last time to soak in the glorious vision, he caught sight of a coffin being loaded into a hearse in the background just as he was wondering to himself what it would be like to get up in them guts from behind. He drove another block and then hung a u-turn. He was no longer in control. He wasn't sure whether it was sex or death that was driving him, but he was determined to find out.

6 Comments:

Blogger Rambler said...

Is this you? A short story in the works? Do tell?

1:58 PM  
Blogger BayonneMike said...

Actually, it was a trip down memory lane. Joe Mund was a character some co-workers (Brian and yakimba among them) and I created back in the 80s. I don't have anything mapped out, but I thought it would be fun to revisit with Joe from time to time.

3:52 PM  
Blogger ope said...

nice!

1:57 PM  
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3:21 PM  
Blogger Gina said...

is this an open story line? Do you Mund?

" On the long stretch back to the funeral home, Joe felt a creeping panic begin to penetrate his consciousness. He had tried to avoid thinking about what he was doing, but with one foot on the gas, the other on the brake, it was inevitable that one block would seem to offer an eternity to consider his actions. Like water pressure building in a kinked hose, the repressed feelings and fears began to spring forth. His eyes darkened and his hands tightened on the steering wheel as he fought the temptation to turn off at the next side street and go home. Joe knew that he was driving straight to the center of his pain, the very heart of 'The Great Misery'. Flashes of visual memory and and stabbing instants of blistering fury now came in wave, attended by the taste of bile and blood in his mouth."

( I just ripped that one out a book I'm reading...changed some of the words. Ah~ Plagerism never felt so good. Mund.)

3:22 PM  

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