Flash Fiction

Beautyrest

I visit the house of punks, The Ceades of Destruction, to reclaim my lost love, Tiffany my dear one, my escaped schizophrenic patient.

Beautyrest

I visit the house of punks, The Ceades of Destruction, to reclaim my lost love, Tiffany, my dear one, my escaped schizophrenic patient. The leader, Foto F, says she’s been fucking Tommy Toast, the drummer, as if that news would leave me unmoved. He leads me to a room with a cum-soiled mattress on the floor. I read: Simmons Beautyrest.

That would appeal to Tiffany, the idea of sleeping and waking up as beautiful as she was in high school, before the disease began deconstructing her.

No sheets, no pillows, empty beer cans scattered everywhere. I imagine Tiffany drinking beer with unslakable thirst, fucking the drummer with voracious lust.

I’d love to drink beer on the couch, watch a football game with her, my legs over hers, tossing Cheetos at each other after game-changing plays, fumbles and interceptions.

A punk rock poster, a woman about to suck cock, hangs from three corners, the tape peeling away from the wall. Not here, says Toto. They probably went to score some weed. Toto goes off to work, leaving me to wait.  As he walks out the door he declares, Someone once slapped the Ford logo on my Gibson guitar, as if that’s supposed to mean something.

Drowsy, I stretch out on the spot where Toto has been. I pick up his guitar to use as a blanket, just to see what it feels like. Weird, the lacquered wood feels like soft rabbit skin.

When I awake it is night, the house dark as the inside of a drum. I sneeze four times and feel dizzy from meth inhaled from the cushion. My head reverberates. Groggy, I stand, guitar in clammy hands. It doesn’t feel like music. It feels like weaponry. Toto bashes amps with it, explodes them. Guns don’t kill people. Guitars kill people. I head for the room where Tiffany has been crashing. No deviant grunge punk is gonna mess with my treatment plan.


Work by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois appears in magazines worldwide. Nominated for numerous prizes, he was awarded the 2017 Booranga Centre (Australia) Fiction Prize. His novel, Two-Headed Dog, based on his work as a psychologist in a state hospital, is available for Kindle and as a print edition. His poetry collection, THE ARREST OF MR. KISSY FACE, published in March 2019 by Pski’s Porch Publications, is available here. Visit his Website  to read more of his poetry and flash fiction.


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