Safe
He is drilling the door of a safe to access the keys he locked inside.
He was concerned that they would be discovered.
The flaw soon became apparent.
He is drilling and talking to himself like you aren't there:
Sometimes I feel like an out-flowing tide.
Around the edges of the conical indentation small curls of metal are a growing pile.
I'd like to make this about angst. But really, my kids have been stealing my weed.
He brushes the curls away and peers at the indentation he's bored into the door.
Fucking little pricks.
He was concerned that they would be discovered.
The flaw soon became apparent.
He is drilling and talking to himself like you aren't there:
Sometimes I feel like an out-flowing tide.
Around the edges of the conical indentation small curls of metal are a growing pile.
I'd like to make this about angst. But really, my kids have been stealing my weed.
He brushes the curls away and peers at the indentation he's bored into the door.
Fucking little pricks.
Love the author's note, and the story, too.
Great line: "Sometimes I feel like an out-flowing tide."
Great little piece about why one should keep one's weed off site. Nicely done.
very creepy. well done. indeed.
Drilling into a safe's not that easy, is it?
Fiction.
Right.
fave
Yet another argument for stream of consciousness being the most important device in fiction.
thanks for the reads, comments and lovely stars.
i was handed the bones of this story in a publick house the other night. it's one of those things that is, i think, true because there's elements in it i couldn't have made up. all i did was take things out, then more things out. then it turned into a fiction.
Great pacing, Stephen. I like it.
thanks very much, sam. i like to think the focus on the drilling makes the reading of the piece slow down.
"He is drilling the door of a safe to access the keys he locked inside."
Isn't it always like that with keys and other things we want to keep safe?
this is strange & good. Like that inclusion about the tides smack in the middle. Very nice.