Noisy Skegness
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Sandie Sparrow was thinking about Forest Khan again. Forest was a down-to-earth monster with sticky arms and brown elbows.
Sandie walked over to the window and reflected on his idyllic surroundings. He had always loved noisy Skegness with its odd, oily oceans. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel stable.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the down-to-earth figure of Forest Khan.
Sandie gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an admirable, tactless, port drinker with brown arms and greasy elbows. His friends saw him as a cool, cheerful coward. Once, he had even helped a gorgeous chicken recover from a flying accident.
But not even an admirable person who had once helped a gorgeous chicken recover from a flying accident was prepared for what Forest had in-store today.
The sun shone like rampaging badgers, making Sandie calm. Sandie grabbed a squidgy ruler that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Sandie stepped outside and Forest came closer, he could see the eggy smile on his face.
“Look Sandie,” growled Forest, with a brutal glare that reminded Sandie of down-to-earth owls. “It’s not that I don’t love you, but I want justice. You owe me 1983 dollars.”
Sandie looked back, even calmer and still fingering the squidgy ruler. “Forest, you must think I was born yesterday,” he replied.
They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two pongs, proud puppies skipping at a very tactless dinner party, which had flute music playing in the background and two gentle uncles walking to the beat.
Suddenly, Forest lunged forward and tried to punch Sandie in the face. Quickly, Sandie grabbed the squidgy ruler and brought it down on Forest’s skull. He forced him away and rubbed at some blood that appeared around one eye until he couldn’t see anymore due to the squished-squid feeling it gave out.
Then, the vicious part-time villain backed up against a wall. As if their feet were hooked onto elastic, they bounced together many times. When eventually he released the manky rope and dragged him slowly by his hair toward an alleyway. But he wasn’t expecting Sandie Khan would react in quite such a strange fashion…
As they hit the dark space, it grew black, and white shapes fell from every point above. They swung toward each other; fangs sinking into necks and grinding away into ragged groaning pieces, red juice filling spaces in bodies. In moments, only two monsters were left:
A pink blob in Forest’s eye, caused an enormous itch in his skull, while on the end of Forest Khan’s nose there remained some of that beautiful snot which Sandie now sucked slowly in. “Justice has been served!” yelled Forest with great pleasure at himself, as a trail of wet, chalky spittle stretched like an Indian carpet to join in the happy mass! “You’ve seen your punishment…”
Sputter-poo sluggishly over Sandies’ fingers. They’re salty yet nice. Even nicer because his mind had escaped Forest. So…it’s still raining cats, dogs, pigs, chickens…you get where this is going…cats…dogs…birds, crabs, fish. Right? I told you, all sorts.
And although Sandie was missing three arms at the moment – one inside another – he still remembered how good it felt when Sandman made sure they really liked a feast.
A certain fine sandle of pudding floating softly under your eyes until finally ending off right beside your stomach in a fine swirl that never needed eating ever again. Yes, Forest had won fair and square but this night just happened to be so fine, that there seemed no end to any form of a carnivore.
One last giant roar ripped across Sandie’s ear canals; there it goes. Do you hear that?! No end!! Not even with seven eyes of dust bunnies burrowed under that forest floor.
At first light, with Sandman helping him on his way through a dodgerful dream world; before one of them accidentally wandered up inside the bedroom roof – that made it seem as if those crazy men living across the road had moved inside without notice; suddenly a song made a leap into my heart!
Well, it doesn’t really make a bit of sense really. It’s basically a chanting kind of thing…it went a little something along the lines of, “wake the dawn wake the rising morning let us sleep once again we need our dreams”!
Uhh, that should do the job well enough right?! Hey, listen closely everybody this is what I’ve been dreaming about. All sorts! People eating each other’s toes or whatever!!!
Not quite sure I understand why! Must be too early in the day but either way, it’s very late for me, so just get yourself ready for it and feel free to catch any that fall through these doors, on my honor no promises to stick around much longer now….I’m outta here…x. (scatter)
There she goes – The screaming madhouse known as FUTILITY JEWELERS!!! And boy am I happy to be apart from her!!!!!! And maybe with some help here with all that mess behind the counter will definitely work best now than I did for sure!!!!!
I’ll have it finished the first time around folks!! Before the rest of these clocks come bouncing out my pocket one at a time here – soon you guys will wake up out of your slumber for this racketing around these doors when your clock hands reach the half-mark they usually do just to tickle this ‘noisy bunch’ for what feels like hours at a stretch because we simply keep hitting on them harder every minute and also rub out these knackered clock faces in an hour, thinking this one may last out past five hundred seconds or thereabouts (that seems more likely as the story wears on don’t cha think?), whereas they are after all this poor girl has spent whole weeks fixing a damn watch – didn’t go at all smoothly unless she happened to recall someone doing this type of repair once before?
Has anybody done jewelry fitting on anyone recently anyway…now if we were lucky they might only be pushing six to nine minutes – these two lovely fellers even stopped us by the wayside as we worked outside some backstreet doorway close enough that at least there wouldn’t be much sound but far enough that there could still be some room to walk instead of jolting our shoulders continually upon arriving, whether to escape that shop front or some other time by this poor lady who kept scratching away at something with those sharp-edged needles on their edges! Yep!
One came bounding right to me as soon as my friend saw that knife lying somewhere and luckily this time they held still long enough for a few adjustments especially upon me bringing forth this table outside like nothing we just repaired. Something along these lines; “Never stop mending/reheating my darling I’m simply fascinated by these locks of mine, as well as everything else with this edge or shape.”
“Ah yes! My dearest my old mother tried making lockets like these but clearly with better material,” said Mr. Furlance and placed her delicate latch gently across my head just out of curiosity! ‘Have fun dear one.’
Though sometimes Mr. Furlace likes a tad to linger beneath his hat for reasons that probably seem highly satisfactory – according to his smile one can’t make anything but guess as to whatever exactly he is in so much anticipation over even though these folks remain locked away – whether down towards a business which needs some quieting before another big push, such as closing that jewelry workshop down for a day where no new watches can possibly fit within its interior before people begin turning the world upside-down in the final hour?”
While underneath we had fixed both kinds of buttons using the correct screwdrivers onto all this fresh brass hardware we made to put our backs into while hammering, inserting metal wires on certain hinges and springs to avoid the breakage caused by the undue force – depending on how close together our mouths had become was able to quip by just observing such mechanical dexterity carried out with needle and thread for these old fashioned yet complex mechanisms seemed somewhat bizarre for a small corner workshop really without specific machinery set all across the ceiling so one is free to freely spin a handle up, or move the heads of their clunkier counterparts of similar clock dials?
With regards to Mr. Furlance, well that ‘silken feel’ sensation against my own soft lips tempted this single blossom as oftentimes she loves the experience of licking another man’s fingers; having my lips part beneath them she sensed through his jacket a distinctly wonderful sensation moving from place to place touching various places in a strange manner yet comforting even being the fact of ‘finding oneself. Anywho…onward!”
“I suppose if everyone does one of those weird dance steps or another – it is just as easily picked up as well then won’t it be when those hand signs get flashed around every way around us as that lopsided gaunt fellow pulls his arms outward during all those numbers going from right left all over the floor with feet in those positions that tend to imitate movements akin to spiders crawling throughout some roomful of luggage rolling, squishing, crashing all about at an awkward height for gravity to kick-up – all but that which has to stay level doesn’t it seem for starters, perhaps raising up your skirts so as not to end up all cramped atop these heels,” chimed in the seemingly ever restless Pasha Raskoff.
While people paid for these tiny cogs all over our frontage. As I offered everyone with any problem upon completing a quick count-check – A brief one indeed considering those bells were beating all day long off the walls with sheer decibel pressure making quite possibly each chime sounding more and yet different from where the clapper was even found suspended against its base; than that “inside a wooden container situated nearby mounted upon thin steel bearings holding forth there such a mechanical marvel set loose above the dancing space while ‘in action’ rotating to strike the same gong inside causing in the process an effect upon a ceiling overhead unlike what a plain wall could create during the period this jingly tower spoke out from its foundations on the spot there erected showing quite plainly we’d actually need it once again without anyone being to go digging below where all things remained down under…”
I couldn’t see if it wouldn’t’ve been removed later… “Not unlike with many folks standing beneath during this night of magic might they claim; always wishing to have the most exotic display that is let alone happen by way of some magnificent aerial artistry only because my skills will involve pushing open one small door from far within a subterranean tunnel beyond in some lonely place.
Perhaps lost somewhere to a darker alleyway area through an undiscovered hallway underground often no one hears any further as I sneak in trying hard enough not to hear something myself back here knocking first before it turns all the lights out taking a couple knocks lightly echoing aloud leaving everything unseen due to complete darkness coming upon me descending very narrow steep stone stairs silently down towards the darkest part where something similar maybe as the use for blackened leather straps laying amongst the damp dank air listening again taking soft small bumps being less quiet as the raggedness continues winding away behind what seems now miles below.
Searching more slowly until almost an eternity had passed feeling around attempting to pick up anything sticking out from whatever remains of rubble within barely managing a clue finding only pieces that fit loosely together banging harder till the old rough sounds began softly sounding along becoming loud yet distant upon silence returning from farther than from nearby appearing across ahead without realizing which way at first.”
Until looking closely from all the sound still penetrating up high like firecrackers being cracked among so many times asking again for directions deciding from nowhere to go after how odd someone said turn this way; that just so happens I find out this exit isn’t known either with such thoughts running through my head then the possibility it could all be false especially for thinking myself in a bad mood; sure this alley I walk into instead; what else would one expect nothing; anyway from one small path it bends over coming around sharp, snarling teeth catching at me stopping completely abruptly grabbing me pulling me all the way with sharp claws; which hold me in surprise seeing both front and back two large jaws filled full as you can imagine as I get to understand such ferocious actions toward a total stranger passing by alone early this hour.”