Odd Walking Thoughts – Don’t keep

We walk into the shadow of death to pull one wounded child from its depths, to find another daft man standing in the corner. Leaves are shuffling outside my window. A man with a golden heart is gone. Another stands in a room looking. Don’t block me. I am here and at least I have my fingers. The man in the room standing, looking daft, asks for silence because silences never questions. Never says a damn word. The girl with the golden brow would have cared for a word. And the boy with the covers pulled tight would have cared for the same.
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copyright 2017
-M. Taggart

A Short Story – It Happens

A Short Story
Is it Fiction

Written by -M. Taggart

It Happens

His finger landed on my nose. He was large. I didn’t like his finger on my nose. He asked if I’d like to go out back. He was my boss. I said yes. We walked. I watched the long legged fuck of a man march. The double doors swung open and we faced each other.

‘Don’t you ever fucking talk to me like that again.’ the large man said.

‘Stop pointing your finger in my face.’

The large man again pointed his finger in my face. I swung hard and connected with this throat. He tumbled backward. I grabbed his right shoulder and connected under his left eye. The large man was sat on his ass. Rage, and fuck him, filled my chest and I swung wildly now. It was already over. The large man was a pussy and was covering. I felt others pulling on my shoulder. I didn’t care. I swung and connected under his cover, and and fuck his cover, and fuck his everything. If he hadn’t pushed his finger in my nose and shamed me he wouldn’t be sitting on his ass like a pussy.

I was told to go home. I pulled a bottle from my inner pocket and took a pull. It was dark and the sidewalk was more friendly than where I had been.

copyright 2016 -M. Taggart

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