see url A dog is barking in the dump but dogs always bark in the dump. The smells drive them wild. I once saw a terrier go insane. It was all too much for it. . It started growling, snapping at nothing at all. We had no choice. It came at us. It was going to bite Keera. The shovel broke when Oli hit it. It was an old shovel. I suppose that’s why it was in the dump. The terrier’s back broke too. There was no blood but even if you’d never seen a dog before you’d know the way it was moving was wrong. Oli kept hitting it for a while. He had to. We threw it on a pile of nappies. The seagulls must have ate it because it was gone the next day and there was blood on the nappies. I wish it was me who had saved Keera.
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http://afcmarseille.com/porn/sexsy-xxx-video It was rougher than I thought it would be. The wasps’ nest. It was warm even though it was snowing outside. It was snowing but not like full on snow. More like slush. Slush. It makes me think of slut. Oli says Kerra’s mam’s a slut. She did a porno. He showed me on his phone but you couldn’t see her face. You couldn’t see her face the whole time. Same kind of hair though. Keera’s mam showed Oli her tits he said. Her nipples were black he said. I’ve never seen black tits. Not for real. Keera doesn’t know her mam’s a skank. Oli only talks about Keera’s mam when Keera isn’t there. I wonder what colour Keera’s nipples are because her da was white or something.
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click Make sure you get this says Oli from a couple of miles inside his hoody. Make sure. One million hits if we do this right. He gives me his phone. I give him the gun. He holds it with both hands like he’s Solid Snake. It’s the red button he says. Duh I say. It’s the trigger I say. Keera laughs. King Kong Oli says but he isn’t pissed or anything. He sounds like he’s high. Like he’s holding everything that’s been missing in his hands.
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my thin girl unless youre from tinder Just hole the van I say keeping it light like no one knows what’s happening. Just playing along. Like no one’s done nothing yet.
click Cunt Oli says to Keera. He pulls down his hood and his face looks burned it’s that red. The horse stands with his head hanging down like the ground is pulling on him.
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Faggot he says. Oli calls me a faggot. So it’s like that he says. You two all nice and tight. He turns the gun on the horse. Fuck he says. He turns the gun on me. Remember when he says. Fuck he says.
He screams and this time even the horse takes notice and it pulls its block a little way off. Then it remembers that it doesn’t give a shit and it stops.
We’re done says Oli to me. Even though he’s not shouting anymore, he’s spitting he’s that mad. Snot hangs out of him. We’re done he says.
My gun I say putting out my hand.
My gun Oli says. Mine. You think you get everything he says. He looks at Keera. Cunt he says. Oli walks back to his bike with two wishes in his pocket. His dirt bike sounds like the biggest wasp that ever was as he speeds between the high rise towers. Over near the nettles the horse doesn’t move. It just stands there waiting for it all to stop.
Kenneth Duffy is a secondary school teacher in an Irish language school. He lives in Wicklow with his wife and the second most annoying cat in the word. He has previously had work published with the Bohemyth, Wordlegs and Word Riot.