Miriam

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by Scott McCulloch
1.
Miriam comes in large and soft. Everyone’s taken back by her pride, agility, triumph. She’s got all that’s good in the world. Miriam’s perfect, down to the weeping blemish on her inner thigh. Everyone wants to keep her. But they can’t. This is a home for lost dogs. Cole isn’t even remotely swayed. He’ll give her the shot. Cole will destroy her.
2.
The needle slips in like butter. Miriam kicks about, groans. There’s all this big fuss, and then, as if everybody always stayed where they always were and nobody ever went anywhere, she collapses. By the plunge of a fat prick. Fossilised slaughter. Ritual. Miriam’s dead on the flat tray of Cole’s ute. He brings a tarpaulin over the carcass and wraps her like a dolmade. He’s not phased. The cash feels thick in his pocket and he drives into the night.
3.
Some of the money’s for Cole, most of it’s for the crematorium. He stuffs his cut into his left pocket, the other into his right. The crematorium won’t be open until morning. Cole turns off and pulls into the brothel. He’s welcomed. Everyone’s happy to see him. He can see they remember him from his father. He picks with ease: peroxide blonde, big tits, spray tan, long eyelashes, mandarin character tattoo. She introduces herself as ‘Felicity’, takes him down a corridor and into a room with a light above the door. The door closes, the light comes on red.
4.
In the shower, Cole brings his foreskin down the knob of his cock and scrubs. He emerges from the bathroom hard; his knob burning crimson. Felicity lays spread-eagled on the plush bed. Cole proceeds to plunge his tonguelipsface into her crotch. He fumbles her cunt in his mouth. He runs his fingers through the mushroom bob of her pubic hair and presses down on her clit with his thumb. His pre-cum pastes itself on her ankle. Felicity’s moans vibrate her stomach and arse. She jerks about, almost convulsing. Cole rocks in tune with the moves, inserting his tongue deeper into the flesh of her sex. He lifts her up by the arse and places her thighs on his shoulders. With one last burrowing dive, Cole licks the craters of her cunt, feels contractions ‘round his darted tongue . . . Laying back down both of them heave in delight – guitars going out of tune in hard cases. Cole, still hard, circles her navel with his fingertips. Goosebumps spread across her skin, raising small tufts
of white hair on end. Felicity restrains and motions to the edge of the bed. Cole picks his pants up off the floor, reaches into his right pocket and exhausts the rest of his and the home’s money. He cums in a split-second.
5.
Cole staggers out of the brothel, broke. He can’t go to the crematorium. He can’t go back to work. He just drives. Cole drives. Ballarat Road stretches out a long way ahead. The rising sun pours butter over lavender clouds. Cole slouches into the bucket seat, dying in revulsion. Some horses want to die, he thinks to himself, as the sadness of ejaculation gets chased around by a carcass in his head. The road keeps stretching on. Straight and narrow until a sudden jolt—a pothole in the road breaks into the bodykit of the ute. Cole’s whole body is thrusted upwards, lifted, Up. The interior light splinters into the bone of his skull and makes blood pour down his face. The ute is propelled violently onto the side of the road, flinging the carcass off the flat tray and stretching it across the white lines. The ute keeps spinning out and finally jars among the thistles and the gravel on the side of the road and stops. Then, for an indeterminate amount of time, what seems like no time at all in a place where all. Cole is out cold and everything and everyone is and are completely silent. Everything just stays silent. Everything is completely silent. And then it’s broken; by the sizzle of Miriam’s guts, blue and steaming on the asphalt; by the sound of a mother weeping.

0 thoughts on “Miriam

  1. Suspenseful, diabolic, erotic, and downright eerie! Violence, death, and sex suits this tragic hero main character. One hell of a story–I appreciated the 5 divided form of the piece!
    When i read part 5, the ending, i thought several things: First i imagined that Miriam had been pregnant and that her water broke (“by the sizzle of Miriam’s guts, blue and steaming on the asphalt; by the sound of a mother weeping.”) and that even though Miriam was dead, she weeps from loss and the sadness of death. Literal and figurative language meshes here, but i think that’s part of the beauty of this sketch. Another part of me feels that perhaps if both the mothers of Miriam and Cole were to see this horrific scene at the end, they would both cry–one at the undeserved death of her daughter, one at the evil atrocities committed by her son. In any case, it was a compelling read! Well done!
    For the readers:
    Ute–(Australia, New Zealand) “A small vehicle based on the same platform as a family car but with a unibody construction and a built-in open tray area for carrying goods; similar but not identical to a pick-up truck.”

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