Creative Writing: The Absent Girl And The Suicide King
The Absent Girl and the Suicide King
It was summer during the roughest times, so we mostly camped and made our way south along the Niagara River. A lot of folks went and joined the picket lines at the border and got themselves arrested. Others got booted from their homes once the crews started working, and almost overnight, Hamilton and St. Catharines stopped being safe. The properties along the border had all been bought and vacated, so we passed through without much problem and made camp in a rich-looking building called the Oban Inn. We set out our gear and found cans in some of the cupboards, and we watched the crews at their work across the river. The construction noise made it tough to sleep, and one of the guys found a bottle of something …show more content…
We stripped down and splashed and made penis jokes, and the cold water took away some of the sweat and grime. We opened up all the windows and spent the night in the bedroom of a girl who was no longer there. She’d had posters of Arcade Fire and Down with Webster, and we played cards for what underclothing she had left behind carrying any traces of perfume.
“Turn down a bower, lose for an hour!”
“Will you shut your mouth? It’s not funny anymore.”
“Ace of clubs.”
“Think that’s good enough for a B-cup?”
“Goddamn right it is.” “Trump beats ace.”
“Some pricks have all the luck.”
We found good bicycles in her garage, and the dust from the road nullified our bath, but our spirits were high. A full day and afternoon’s ride landed us on the tall, rocky bluffs at the northernmost part of Lake Erie, where our path would have to turn west. There was shade and water, and a good distant view of the proceeding work, so we decided to stay there for a time, our food and morale replenished by the kind absent girl and the empty house.
“What’s trump again?”
“Hearts, you wank.”
“You’re not beating this king.
“I figure that king of yours don’t have long to live anyway.”
“He’s right, you know. He’s put his sword right through his own head.”
“Bet that makes thinking tough.”
“This king don’t need to think to
It was summer during the roughest times, so we mostly camped and made our way south along the Niagara River. A lot of folks went and joined the picket lines at the border and got themselves arrested. Others got booted from their homes once the crews started working, and almost overnight, Hamilton and St. Catharines stopped being safe. The properties along the border had all been bought and vacated, so we passed through without much problem and made camp in a rich-looking building called the Oban Inn. We set out our gear and found cans in some of the cupboards, and we watched the crews at their work across the river. The construction noise made it tough to sleep, and one of the guys found a bottle of something …show more content…
We stripped down and splashed and made penis jokes, and the cold water took away some of the sweat and grime. We opened up all the windows and spent the night in the bedroom of a girl who was no longer there. She’d had posters of Arcade Fire and Down with Webster, and we played cards for what underclothing she had left behind carrying any traces of perfume.
“Turn down a bower, lose for an hour!”
“Will you shut your mouth? It’s not funny anymore.”
“Ace of clubs.”
“Think that’s good enough for a B-cup?”
“Goddamn right it is.” “Trump beats ace.”
“Some pricks have all the luck.”
We found good bicycles in her garage, and the dust from the road nullified our bath, but our spirits were high. A full day and afternoon’s ride landed us on the tall, rocky bluffs at the northernmost part of Lake Erie, where our path would have to turn west. There was shade and water, and a good distant view of the proceeding work, so we decided to stay there for a time, our food and morale replenished by the kind absent girl and the empty house.
“What’s trump again?”
“Hearts, you wank.”
“You’re not beating this king.
“I figure that king of yours don’t have long to live anyway.”
“He’s right, you know. He’s put his sword right through his own head.”
“Bet that makes thinking tough.”
“This king don’t need to think to