CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Charles Venfield has just been released from jail and is eager to get on with his life. He has a new optimistic outlook. He walks down the street after having bought a new hat, whistling happily, smiling at all who pass him. He's young, he's free, he's got a new hat and life is good. Two rather good looking young ladies are walking down the street towards him. He smiles at them. Before he went to jail he was a very shy man and would have tried to avoid them, maybe even crossed the street so they wouldn't see him. But not now. There's a new Charles Venfield in town! The girls smile back as they pass. He looks round at them and takes his hat off, bowing his head.
"Good morning!" he says, putting his hat back on, turning his head...and walking into a large bald man.
"Watch where you're going mate!"
"Sorry, dreadfully sorry!" says Charles, cheerfully.
"Dreafully sorry? What the fuck do you think you're doing talking like that man?" asks the large man. The old Charles would be scared, but the new Charles just smiles.
"No harm done!" he says and starts walking again. But the large man grabs him by the arm.
"Nae harm done is it, aye, I'll be the judge of that pal! What's your fucking deal ya poof?"
"Well if you must know I've just got out of jail and I have a new positive outlookg on life," says Charles.
"Oh so that's what it is you think you're a big hard man because you've been in jail ya wee bastard! What were you in for, you a paedophile or something you sick fuck? You better not by man, I hate paedofuckers!"
"Paedofuckers? People who have sex with paedophiles?" asks Charles, keeping his cool. They were in a relatively busy street, there was no way the large man was going to try anything.
"ARE YOU CALLING ME A PAEDO!?" roars the large man, completely misunderstanding.
"No, I don't know how you got that idea," says Charles, growing bored. "I'm going now."
"Your arse you are! You're gonna tell me what you were in jail for or else I'm going to pan yer face in!"
"Oh please!" says Charles, laughing. He met tougher man than this guy in jail. "If you must know, my brother got me drunk before I went to a job interview and I..."
"What a bag of SHITE!" screams the large man. Several people are watching now. Charles gives them an apologetic look.
"Do you have something wrong with your brain?" asks Charles, and, before the man can answer continues, "I'm going on, kindly let go of my arm. I have a life to live...FUCK!"
The large man starts bending Charles' arm behind his back.
"I'm taking you down to the police station to find out if you're an escaped sex offender!" says the man, starting to march down the street with a firm hold of Charles' twisted arm, Charles having no choice but to walk in front of him.
"This is...ABSURD!" roars Charles at last. And he uses his free arm to elbow the man in the face. "Now we're even let's go about our..."
He stops dead as the man pulls a knife out.
"Mah wee sister was RAPED by one of you!" says the man.
"I'M NOT A PAEDOPHILE!"
"No...a NIGGER!" says the man. For Charles Venfield is black.
"Oh...oh..." says Charles. Then starts running.
The man is larger and can't keep up, but Charle's aching arm forces him to stop. "Help, there's a mad man chasing me..." he begins to a builder talking on a mobile phone. "You have to call the...hey!" The builder just walks away. "Call the police for fuck's sake!" The large man appears at the end of the street now, stalking toward Charles, knife in hand. "This must be a dream," says Charles.
Charles awakes with a start in bed. His bed in prison.
"You were talking in your sleep again," says his cell mate, who looks a lot like the large man. "Something about having your whole life in front of you."
"I do," says Charles, stubbornly, rolling over in bed so he doesn't have to look at his cell mate.
"Not since they found that cocaine in your bed," his cell mate laughs, for it was him who put it there. Charles made enemies with the wrong people in prison. "You're in here for a long time, Venfield. A LONG TIME. HAHAHAHAHA!"
Charles sobs in silence.
"Good morning!" he says, putting his hat back on, turning his head...and walking into a large bald man.
"Watch where you're going mate!"
"Sorry, dreadfully sorry!" says Charles, cheerfully.
"Dreafully sorry? What the fuck do you think you're doing talking like that man?" asks the large man. The old Charles would be scared, but the new Charles just smiles.
"No harm done!" he says and starts walking again. But the large man grabs him by the arm.
"Nae harm done is it, aye, I'll be the judge of that pal! What's your fucking deal ya poof?"
"Well if you must know I've just got out of jail and I have a new positive outlookg on life," says Charles.
"Oh so that's what it is you think you're a big hard man because you've been in jail ya wee bastard! What were you in for, you a paedophile or something you sick fuck? You better not by man, I hate paedofuckers!"
"Paedofuckers? People who have sex with paedophiles?" asks Charles, keeping his cool. They were in a relatively busy street, there was no way the large man was going to try anything.
"ARE YOU CALLING ME A PAEDO!?" roars the large man, completely misunderstanding.
"No, I don't know how you got that idea," says Charles, growing bored. "I'm going now."
"Your arse you are! You're gonna tell me what you were in jail for or else I'm going to pan yer face in!"
"Oh please!" says Charles, laughing. He met tougher man than this guy in jail. "If you must know, my brother got me drunk before I went to a job interview and I..."
"What a bag of SHITE!" screams the large man. Several people are watching now. Charles gives them an apologetic look.
"Do you have something wrong with your brain?" asks Charles, and, before the man can answer continues, "I'm going on, kindly let go of my arm. I have a life to live...FUCK!"
The large man starts bending Charles' arm behind his back.
"I'm taking you down to the police station to find out if you're an escaped sex offender!" says the man, starting to march down the street with a firm hold of Charles' twisted arm, Charles having no choice but to walk in front of him.
"This is...ABSURD!" roars Charles at last. And he uses his free arm to elbow the man in the face. "Now we're even let's go about our..."
He stops dead as the man pulls a knife out.
"Mah wee sister was RAPED by one of you!" says the man.
"I'M NOT A PAEDOPHILE!"
"No...a NIGGER!" says the man. For Charles Venfield is black.
"Oh...oh..." says Charles. Then starts running.
The man is larger and can't keep up, but Charle's aching arm forces him to stop. "Help, there's a mad man chasing me..." he begins to a builder talking on a mobile phone. "You have to call the...hey!" The builder just walks away. "Call the police for fuck's sake!" The large man appears at the end of the street now, stalking toward Charles, knife in hand. "This must be a dream," says Charles.
Charles awakes with a start in bed. His bed in prison.
"You were talking in your sleep again," says his cell mate, who looks a lot like the large man. "Something about having your whole life in front of you."
"I do," says Charles, stubbornly, rolling over in bed so he doesn't have to look at his cell mate.
"Not since they found that cocaine in your bed," his cell mate laughs, for it was him who put it there. Charles made enemies with the wrong people in prison. "You're in here for a long time, Venfield. A LONG TIME. HAHAHAHAHA!"
Charles sobs in silence.
