This was written for the Electric Literature Holiday Contest (a short short of 30 to 300 words, that uses each word only once). This being the holidays though I got distracted and didn’t manage to submit on time. Still, 111 words, no repetition. Worth posting up I think:
He beats the shit out of James.
Pounds his knuckles flat against soft pink skin.
Shatters cheek bones.
Me, huddled in a car park corner; streaked mascara, salt tears.
Tell myself: Close your eyes.
Two cracked ivory stumps glisten wetly by my foot.
Say: Scrunch them tight.
Imagine green grass and dappled sunlight.
Blood pools on oil-stained concrete.
Forget everything else.
Silence echoes off hard grey walls.
Crack each lid open. First one. Then another.
See him turn.
Thin, spittle coated lips now split apart.
A drunken grin.
Huge arms, giant belly, muscle turned half to fat.
I am screaming.