Thursday, November 11, 2010

Rebel Ravel

Harry B. Sanderford

Jericho eyed the tiny cockroach marching boldly down the tiles behind the filthy urinal he pissed waveringly over. No attendant to brush imaginary lint from his shoulders fishing for tips in this joint. It was Bike Week in Daytona Beach and he was a rebel running free. Screw the corporate stiffs! Not the first second thoughts regarding hastily made and perhaps poorly reasoned decisions chewed the edges of what remained of Eliott Bernard Gerard's better judgement. He knew real rebels rarely kept up payments on fourty thousand dollar motorcycles or riverside condos, and he knew he'd be passing out apologies and excuses to superiors in the morning, but for the moment, deadline and duty were only pestering gnats the Cuervo spared his swatting. Tonight Jericho was calling the shots and right now he had a pool game to lose, another round to buy and his eye on a skinny little tatooed lady with a foul mouth, fake tits and dirty feet. He zipped up, spat in the direction of the bug missing by tiles and kicked the flush handle with a Ferragamo heel.

15 comments:

Rebecca Emin said...

Ha! I enjoyed that. Amusing time out from his "real world". I hope he doesn't suffer for it afterwards...

Jodi MacArthur said...

Yeehaw. Harry? Have yuo been visitin' Texas? Cuz I've seen some of these charcters skuttlin' rounds these parts.

Harry said...

JoJo, you know I wouldn't visit Texas without visiting my little sister but I think some of those Texas characters might have scuttled this way!

Michael Solender said...

Hal..you give new imagery to Ferragamo - only you would use them in the same breath as filthy urinals, and cockroaches. Well played hand.

Sugar said...

You paint a filthy good picture with words, Har! Cuervo 1 - Eliott 0

Madam Z said...

I love the imagery, Harry. I can just see that "tiny cockroach marching boldly down the tiles" and the "skinny little tattooed lady." I'm having a harder time with the "Ferragamo boot," since I'm much more familiar with cockroaches and tattoos, than with fancy boots and forty thousand dollar motorcycles.

John Wiswell said...

If a guy tried to brush lint off of my shoulders at a urinal I think we'd both end the exchange needing a change of pants.

Crybbe666 said...

Deadlines for the boss - overrated.
Spitting on cockroaches - priceless!!

Great yarn, Harry!!

Cathy Webster (Olliffe) said...

See, this is why women's washrooms need urinals.
Y'all can keep the cockroaches, though.

Mike Whitney said...

Like a snapshot, Harry, total fun read. Kudos.

Steve Green said...

Nicely descriptive Harry, I can almost smell the place, and it sounds like Jericho is in for a hell of a night. :D

ABSOLUTELY*KATE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ said...

Well there Har ... You still got the names down like spit that misses by tiles and you yarn a tight dirty tale with lookin' at life from all sides now ... but fave lines in even a short tour de force jump, jump, jump at ya:

"but for the moment, deadline and duty were only pestering gnats"

Applause for you dear sir and the Wiswell's commento ~ Absolutely*Kate

Eric J. Krause said...

Excellent story! It's worth it to be a rebel, even if it's only for a night.

Stephen said...

The boy is wearing Ferragamo? No wonder he'll be passing out the apologies in the morning. I think he should call it a night and pass them out now. What a great ending.

Harry said...

Thanks everyone, and John, you'd think so wouldn't you? I actually did have one of those guys who set up camp in restrooms come up with a brush and start brushing off the shoulders of my jacket. I gave him the brush off pretty quick and managed to do it without peeing on my shoes. Didn't leave a tip either.