Extract from White and Other Tales of Ruin
An extract from “Mannequin Man and the Plastic Bitch”
A clock struck one o’clock somewhere unseen, and he realised suddenly that he had somewhere else to be.
He walked around the shaded park twice before he saw the sign for Ashley Street. It was a lane rather than a street, and an alley more than a lane, home to a few squat fast-food shops, a couple of porn palaces and a chop shop that stank of blood and desperation. A couple of its regular clients hung around outside, bad advertising if ever Tom had seen it: the woman had no nose or eyelids, but bled profusely out of open veins above her eye sockets; the man displayed his mutilated genitalia, balls the size of footballs and a dick like a joint of uncooked pork. Read the rest of this entry »
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