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- Herausgeber: Tamel Wino
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
The sun has finally set on humanity…
What happens when we give in to the darkness?
Ékleipsis is a short story collection written by Canadian author Tamel Wino, with hints of Chuck Palanuick's and Cormac McCarthy's stripped, vivid writing styles. This gripping book explores the havoc wreaked when ordinary people abandon their humanity to pursue their darkest desires, and questions just how far people will go to follow their baser instincts.
Each story takes a version of a person we've known in our own lives and transforms them into something completely unnerving—yet all too familiar.
These dark, complex characters and twisted tales of the once ordinary will change your perception of humanity forever.
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Seitenzahl: 27
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
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The Other Son
For the thirty-ninth time today, I stole a hopeful glance at the ancient clock on the wall. I had come to the conclusion that either the battery was dead or the clock was playing some kind of a sick joke on me.
Its yellowing face bore a garish grin, and its gnarled, spindly hands seemed to flash me the middle finger, as if to say, “I have all the time in the world, buddy boy, and I'm not moving an inch till I feel like it. So, I suggest you quit staring at the wall and get to work before Frog-Eyed Rick beckons you with his sausage fingers and shares with the whole room his extremely low opinions of you.”
It wasn’t that I despise my job, mind you. On the contrary, I really enjoyed it. Come December, I would have been doing this for 28 years. It could be as mind-numbing as an accountant's tie, but it suited me just fine.
The truth is, though, I’m not one to make waves. The guys here nicknamed me “'The Orator,” but that just got a chuckle out of me. Just the other day, I’d approached the manager of the company to ask for some time off. He gave me a long look and finally asked, "Are you lost? Do I know you?" Most people would have been hurt, but I never took offense to any of that. I didn’t need him to remember me for me to feel comfortable in my own skin.
Anyway, I'm steering off-topic here. The reason why I was on the edge of my seat was because it was a very special day. Today was the big 5-0! I'm usually not big on birthdays but this year was an exception. What had me chomping on the bit, so to speak, was the gift I got for myself yesterday. Charlie. He was truly precious. I’m not ashamed to admit that I fell in love the second I laid my eyes on him. He had the sweetest...
"Time to clean up ladies! I want the floors and counters cleaner than Mother Theresa's cunt!" Rick bellowed, derailing my train of thought.
"I've had a taste of that. It ain't that clean!" quipped some wise-ass.
There was a chorus of laughter that just got Rick more riled up. He barked, "Quit dicking around and get your sorry asses moving. I wanna get home, eat my supper, and have a mind-blowing sex with the missus, if you twats don't mind." Rick turned his back and walked away.
Murmurs of discontent and insults about Rick’s minuscule penis size, his impotency, and quite a few not-so-respectful comments about the missus followed him out. On his way out of the production room, Rick paused to appreciate the front row view of Dorothy’s ample behind as she bent over to inspect the contents of a box on the floor. He made a wet smacking sound with his mouth and kept going.
***
Half an hour later, we were in the locker room, changing. I was getting out of my coveralls when Mr. Wise-ass remarked, "Looks like you're in a bit of a hurry Dougie. Old lady promised you a blow job when you get home?"
