What Goes Around

09/26/11

Davey strolled out of the Texas Electric building into the Texas heat. He flipped up the collar of his salmon polo, and wished his office had jorts day as opposed to jeans Friday. He slipped on his shades, slung his backpack over his left shoulder and headed to the parking garage.

“Spare some change?”

Davey glanced at the dirty hand that emerged from a mound of dirty scraps of clothing. “No.” The smell of sweat and urine wafted. “And take a shower.”

“Privileged prick.”

Davey turned. “Hey, asshole, I work. Why don’t you spend less time on your ass?” He turned and took a few steps away.

He turned back.

“And another thing. I don’t care about whatever sad sack tale you tell people. We all got troubles.” He thought about losing both parents when he was eight, and the burn marks on his legs from the cigar of foster dad number three.

He walked away again.

Not for long.

He stepped back, looming over the homeless man who scurried into a corner. “You’re a damn leech is what you are. Trying to bleed out a living on working people. They should just put your ass in jail.”

He spat at the man and turned away.

Images of foster dad number three kicking a bum in the teeth when he was eleven flashed through his brain. He hated that man. A tinge of guilt fluttered through Davey and he turned back. “I’m…”

His vision blacked out as pain shot through the back of his head. He staggered forward and looked around before another blow knocked him to the ground.

He rolled over, but vomited what was left of his sushi lunch when the steel toe landed in his gut.

He reached down to cover his stomach. His ribs cracked under the next impact.

Davey tried to curl up, protect what he could, but the blows continued. Loud sounds and the smell of urine broke through the haze, but he couldn’t focus.

He needed it to stop.

He raised his head to beg, but the boot found his temple.

A soundless “…sorry” rested on his lips forever.

~ fin ~

R Thomas Brown comments on short crime fiction at Criminal Thoughts at rthomasbrown.blogspot.com and strives to write things as good as what he reads.

Short and sour. Great job concentrating a moment of tragic reversal into a bitter little pill.
Matthew C Funk
September 28, 2011
deliciously brutal
Nigel
September 28, 2011
Great story. Unexpected ending.
Shoottathril2000
September 27, 2011
Any time a story has a "jorts" reference, you know it's a good one. Great job.
Tom Faucett
September 27, 2011
Just the kind of behaviour you'd expect from someone who wears a salmon polo shirt. Loved it.
Evadolan
September 26, 2011
Thanks, everyone. Glad to know the story hit the notes I intended.
R Thomas Brown
September 26, 2011
Two rules: One: When you open the door to violence, never be surprised by how much violence comes through that door. Two: No matter how angry you are about the way your life has gone, there's always someone out there who's angrier than you are asbout his own. Another well stated morality play, R. Thomas. Cool.
AJ Hayes
September 26, 2011
Rough justice, man. Good one.
September 26, 2011
Really speaks to that boiling rage bubbling just under the surface of people - and how dangerous it can be.
Mike Miner
September 26, 2011
There's a character I never expected to feel sympathy for. Very well done.
Chris Rhatigan
September 26, 2011
Very smart, packs a quick punch. I like it, Ron.
Benoît Lelièvre
September 26, 2011
Real good one RT. I like how he gets a flash of remorse all too late.
Thomas Pluck
September 26, 2011
The ties that bind. Splendid tale.
Paul D Brazill
September 26, 2011

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