What the Fuck?
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He didn’t know what just happened. One second previously he’d been standing, angry, his fists balled, adrenaline surging through his veins like burning high octane fuel. He had been ready to lash out, cause someone some real pain, feel gristle crunch and see crimson blood flow.
Now, he could hear laughter, whose laughter? He was supposed to be laughing. He was supposed to be hard, the big man, the man the other guys respected, he should still be standing and he should be doing the laughing.
He could hear names, ‘ass-hole’, ‘red-neck’ and ‘dick-head’. Those aren’t my names; I was supposed to be shouting names, my names, ‘cocksucker’, ‘faggot’ and ‘queer’. Why wasn’t he calling those names?
Why was he lying on the floor? Why wasn’t the little fag lying on the floor instead? That’s what was supposed to happen. That’s what he and the guys had planned. Pick on the little fag, the queer.
The cocksucker had supposed to have gone down with one punch, should have cried, should have screamed, and should have bled all over his tight white Dolce and fucking Gabbana t-shirt.
The queer wasn’t supposed to just stand there. He wasn’t supposed to say “are you talkin’ to me?” He wasn’t supposed to look me in the eye like that.
He wasn’t supposed to lash out first. Why was he humiliated? It shouldn’t be him; he should be standing, pointing and laughing, making someone else feel like shit, small like a bug.
“What the fuck just happened?” he said.
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About the Author
Mike Deakin waits endlessly for fame and fortune to arrive, he spends his days eeking out a living teaching adults, with varying degrees of learning difficulties, to read and write in South Yorkshire, United Kingdom. He spends his nights listlessly staring out his bedroom window waiting for the white knight of fame and fortune to arrive.
You could describe him as a 30 something, laid back kind of guy. He gets sad, upset and angry when he comes across cruelty to any living creature that has a leg count less than 5. He loves people watching in any situation and finds human beings a constant source of amusement and inspiration. He considers the world to be his whore and his muse.
Some of his friends have described him as “a dark horse” and “having more layers than an onion”. Contrary to what his friends say about him, he doesn’t think he’s complicated at all!
Mike Deakin has been a contributing author to Helium.com, 3AM:Magazine and short-fiction.co.uk. He is also a member of the UKs Mass Observation Project. He has supped from the chalice of literary expression and is worried he may be becoming an addict. He thrives on feedback and welcomes any comments about his work. He is currently working on his first non fiction novel if he can ever stop staring out of his bedroom window!
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