The Day Of The Triffids

I had found my way into the street and was groping my way along the front. I had no idea as to where I was going, but what I wanted was some food.

Every now and then I would collide with someone, “‘Ere, mind where yer going,” is what I would always say, and always the person would go around me.

I had just collided with someone but I hadn’t given my usual statement, I was listening to the familiar sound of a car, suddenly it spluttered and the car engine stopped. Whoever’s driving that car must be able to see, so I groped my way over to where the car had stopped then I heard the door slam.

“Hey! Just a minute, mate!” I said as I went to where the door had slammed.

“What is it?” said a feminine voice.

So it’s a woman! If I was to get hold of her, she wouldn’t be much bother to hold and I could use her to direct me to some food. I put on a kinder voice. “I’ve lost my way. Where am I?”

“You’re in Regent Street and the New Gallery cinema’s behind you,” came her reply.

“Er, before y’go can you take me to the kerb?” I walked towards her.

I could sense she was hesitating and I lunged for her. “Now I’ve got yer. Nah then, why the heck should you see instead of me, or anyone else for that matter?”

“Let go, you’re hurting me!”

“So!” I got a piece of string out of my pocket and proceeded to tie her hands together. “Right now, you can be my eyes. Tek me to some grub. I’m starved.”

She tried to get away and said “I won’t. Undo my hands or I’ll…”

I slapped her face hard. “Take me to some food and be flippin’ quick or I’ll kick yer.”

She led me first into a building and then to a fridge. I ate all the food I could and that left me thirsty, so she took me to a pub. She tried to pull a fast one on me by asking if she could have her hands untied so she could get a bottle of Irish whiskey, but I realised that she could have hit me with the bottle, so I settled for Scotch.

I then told her to take me to my home, I told her the street. She led me through an alley and as I was touching the wall my hand fell on a stick. “Gis a kiss, or I’ll hit you wiv this,” I said.
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“Never!” she exclaimed. “Never in a million years!”

This is what I wanted her to say and I ripped the clothing on her back and hit her. She screamed and I didn’t like that, so I hit her again and I was about to hit her again when the stick was taken from my hand and was brought down heavily on my shoulder. It hurt and I lashed out, to where I thought the person must be, with my foot and then I kicked again and then remembering the girl, kicked her and pulled her to her feet then I was slapped hard and it hurt. The string was cut but I was pushed back. I gave a mighty swing but it missed the person but I hit the wall. “Hell! Me bloody knuckles!”

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(c) M. Robert Gibson
First written 1976-09-07
School exercise.
Don’t forget, it was written by a schoolboy.
It is published here for purely selfish vanity reasons.