Gone Off
Everyone knew it was Katie Lewinsky who went off with the stranger that night. But only I knew it wasn’t Katie who came back. Not all of her leastways. Sure, it looked like Katie, on the outside, sounded like her too, acted like her, talked like her, but it didn’t smell like her. Not to me leastways.
To me Katie Lewinsky smelled like new mown grass on a Summers day, all sunshine and promise, what came back from the underpass that night, well it just smelled like meat. Sure, it wore Katie’s cheap perfume and her bangles and her jewellery, but it didn’t fool me. I know meat when I smell it.
Course she wasn’t the first, nor the last, but she was the only one I ever cared about. I don’t know where they took the real Katie, or even if there was anything left of her to take, but I know one thing for sure, they ain’t going to take me there, no way, no how.
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This weeks short Flickr Fiction is brought to using this picture by Flickr user Keaggy . Fellow participants this week are Tadmack, Chris, Neil and Valsha
April 16th, 2007 at 9:55 pm
Oh, I like it. Neat, strong and scary. The voice of the hopeless but not the helpless.
April 16th, 2007 at 11:08 pm
Loved it, and not just because the name “Katie Lewinsky” sounds like half the girls I went to high school with.
April 17th, 2007 at 5:22 am
Who can resist a girl who smells like meat? Oh, wait — I guess you’re not supposed to like that…
April 17th, 2007 at 5:56 pm
Ahh, but a girl who smells like hay? Now, there’s something about that which just conjures all the farmboy wishes out, isn’t there? But a girl who smells like meat, well, she smells like work! Like she’s been out butcherin hogs, not rollin in the hay. That’s no fun, now, is it?
April 18th, 2007 at 1:25 pm
We once bought these cheap hamburgers, right, which was a mistake because our bodies rejected them via our pores, and myself and the girl both smelled of slightly garlicky hamburger grease for a couple of days. True story.
Also a massive turn-on.