Pseudopod 140: The Man Who Sank

By Colin P. Davies

Read by Alasdair Stuart

Niall is the worst of us. He’s meaner, more vicious, more crazy. He hates everyone: Jamaicans, Asians, queers…. Chances are he hates me as well. His Dad had been a violent waste-of-DNA and Niall intends to make us all pay. He doesn’t care about anything…and yet, only last Saturday, when we met up as usual, I found him anxious and attentive to every stranger on the street.

For half an hour, we’d been hanging around the launderette, hoping to spy at least one of the Jones twins, in their short skirts and ankle boots. Rain came down fine and bright in the orange warmth of the street lamps, and I felt colder than natural for an August evening. Jimmy sat on the bus stop bench, drinking. The canopy sheltered him from all but the strongest gusts. Somehow he’d got hold of a bottle of Woodpecker. Niall tried to light a cigarette in the open doorway of the launderette. He mumbled, “Shit, shit…” as he battled with the wind. Then he turned suddenly and gazed up the street.

“What’s your problem?” I said.

He cupped his hand around the lighter. “The wind….”

“No…you seem edgy. Are you expecting someone?”

“Maybe…I don’t know.”

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May 1st, 2009 10:53 am

Cool story, loved your ending.
-Natan [Israel]

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May 1st, 2009 7:50 pm

Love this story and really enjoyed Alasdair’s reading.

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RonnyMnemonic
May 2nd, 2009 12:56 am

I concur with Natan, especially on Alasdair’s comments at the end. I can’t count the number of times that I’ve to remind myself that all those nagging little feelings of self-doubt are just phantoms in my head.

Thanks for the reality check, Alasdair.

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scatterbrain
May 5th, 2009 7:23 pm

Ah…

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May 23rd, 2009 2:46 pm

This is my first time hearing a story, it was a trip. Excellent story and Alasdair added greatness.