The Dust Between Us

Preamble: I almost forgot about Sasha's fun challenge. But I had a few moments to spare and decided to dive into L.C'.s wondrous portfolio of stories, where I found her drabble, "Unnatural" As I'm a massive fan of her work and she's a good pal, I decided to be mercilessly Paul in my mangling of her rather poignant tale.

I'd say sorry but you all know I don't mean it.

The Dust Between Us

It was a beaut o a day, so it wis. Always wis wae her. Mah bonnie wee lassie.

That being said, ah should say it shoulduve been a beautiful day.

We took a wee walk through the park. Hawn in hawn. Ah did mah best tae concentrate on aw the good stuff. The sun shining doon on my bald heid and mah wife's flashes of skin. The scent o the lavender and freshly cut grass.

Her beautiful curves.

The gentle caress of her hawn in mine, and that electrical charge that fired aff every noo and then like.

I felt that feeling like when ye ken folk are staring and pointing at ye like yer covered in shit or have yer bawbag hanging oot yer shorts.

Ah saw one lass grip her dug's leash a wee bit tighter than necessary, fuck sake.

It all came to a heid after dining at a wee Italian place not far frae George Square, where we had a starter to share of bruschetta and two mains for a reasonable price. She had the beef ravioli, naturally, while I had the langoustine linguine and then we had a couple of very dirty Martinis.

An emergency message came through our phones.

"All unnatural analled unions are punishable by death."

We rushed to the bog for one last time and as Ah slid in tae the air tight hole between her curves designed for emptying the dust she collected, we shook for one last time.

In the bathroom mirror our eyes met and I wailed as oil dripped frae her lifeless eye sockets.

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Thanks for reading!

Written for Sasha Desideri’s Dutch Challenge, in which we were invited to take someone else’s work and turn it into something weirdly opposing, uncomfortable, or otherwise bastardised. Mission accomplished.