‘This Big’

The day was beautiful; the breeze was warm and the birds were singing in the trees. Pretty flowers adorned the thick green grass, and stuff was generally wonderful. Oh, wonderful stuff: the height of summer! It was minutes before the middle of the day and my walk to work was beautiful; the slight breeze caressed my neck and my open fingers swam through the warm summer air. Of course, when I got to work, the general horror of being trapped in a windowless metal container with hordes of sweaty customers for hours would soon snatch this summer romance from my hands and crush it into tiny pieces… but for now, I was alive, and it was summer. My head was a bit itchy, but I was putting that down to cheap hairspray. But other than that, I was strolling along, without a care in the world. Beautiful!

I had my earphones in and Amanda Palmer was recounting a short history of nearly nothing when a white van drove the road alongside me and slowed to a crawl a few paces ahead. A man shoved his head out of the window: he was bald and somewhat fat. Perspiration was not his friend. Though his face was obscured slightly by the rolls of fat that were trying to submerge his eyeballs, I realised that he was looking directly at me, his steely gaze unhindered by the bright sunlight. Though I was surrounded by the loving embrace of the summer warmth, a sharp pang of dread made its way into my heart. Not a this is actually quite creepy pang, more of a what the fuck does he want? sort of pang. The kind of pang that makes you want to set fire to his van and dance gleefully amongst the burning embers. You know the sort.

I had come to the conclusion that ignorance of this van-head-poking gargantuan would be the best method to ensure the continuation of summer loveliness. Too might I have succeeded with this endeavour had the man not began to flail about. I couldn’t help but stare: the man was gesturing wildly, his fat arms flapping above his head like a lonely sock caught in a tumble dryer. He was yelling something too, but my interest in his behaviour hadn’t extended to the point where I was willing to remove my earphones. Instead it was like I was watching a walrus in a t-shirt dancing to punk cabaret. A sight to behold.

But then he did a gesture recognisable over any background music: it was ‘this big’. He was telling me that it was ‘this big’, ‘THIS BIG’. My mouth gawped open slightly. I didn’t give a fuck about how big it was or what he was trying to get me to do with it! All I knew was that I wanted him to go away now so I could try and claw back some of my summer day he had ran over with his van. Taking a deep breath I gestured back: another gesture recognisable over anything- the middle finger. Strong and solitary. The world renowned gtfo. The man stared at it for some moments more, then calmly retracted his head back into the van, and quickly sped away. Satisfied, I smiled to myself. ‘I’ll give you this big’, I thought, ‘Try and ruin my day with your penis? I’ll give you this big!’

I finished walking to work. People stared at me as I ascended the stairs to the locker room- it must have been my smug sense of self-worth that they were admiring. I put my bag in the locker and took a confident walk up to the mirrors, swaying as I went. I smoothed down my eyebrows as I sauntered over, my jerk-like demeanour richly deserved on this glorious and vengeful summer day.

Heh. This big? I’ll give you this big. Arsehole. I went to take a look in the mirror…

… but then I saw it. A monkey. On my back. Trying to eat my head. It was using its leathery hands to cling on to my shoulders whilst its hairy face was munching nonchalantly on my skull. I wasn’t even sure what to do with it… probably because it had eaten some of my brain. It must have been there for hours. And it was this big, I tell you, THIS BIG!

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About Anna

Author of the Insanity Aquarium. Current fears include time as a concept, the squishiness of my right eyeball, and not being able to open this jar.
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18 Responses to ‘This Big’

  1. Anne Schilde says:

    Haha, well it’s a cinch he wasn’t yelling about your cheap hairspray!

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  2. Not bad that. I was reading it wondering whether it was a rant about something that had actually happened to you or just fiction…!

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  3. Bothered says:

    Have you been reading dribblinpensioner and his cars? You had me to the end, because I couldn’t figure what in the heck was “this big.” For a minute I thought the cheap hair spray went awry, and when you got to work, your hair was eight feet high. Thanks again for a good read.

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    • Anna says:

      Yes, I did read that! It reminded me a little of Simon Armitage’s poem ‘November’… that was until the end! What can I say though? Suprise endings are always in fashion :D

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  4. I adore a good fright, and impossible absurdities. Thanks for that ending.

    (Mine is much, MUCH smaller, and long and slimy. Think “tentacle”.)

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  5. Pete Howorth says:

    Heh, I saw a pretty lady yesterday while my friend drove me back from Karting, she was HAWT and SPICEE like a nik nak yeh? But did I show her it was THIS BIG? No, because I have no need to tell people what they already know, so I just pulled a face at her that resembled something I’d do before the wind changed.

    She smiled, I smiled, the other four dudes in the car with me smiled. And for that moment, all was well with the world.

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  6. sami116 says:

    It is this big, THIS BIG

    LOL

    Summers are great aren’t they?

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  7. Great ending. It makes me think of all the times that someone was trying to help me and I told the person to bugger off.

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  8. darkjade68 says:

    lol, awesome. He wasn’t talking about his P$#@3 at all… But none the less, never trust a White Van, lol

    Very well Written, I was Captured Once More, and Once More had no idea where I would end up, lol

    Excellent Job Anna

    DarkJade- p.s. man, I’d hate to be a girl, White Vans are no joke, sadly… F$#%’d up world, lol

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    • Anna says:

      Ha ha! Yeah, white van men are generally never to be trusted. The entire thing happened exactly as I’ve described it, just minus the monkey. It might have been horribly disturbing, but at least it gave me something to write about! :D

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    • darkjade68 says:

      Ha, wow, I didn’t realize it actually happened all minus the Monkey… Man, that is some Scary, Creepy Sh@$!

      Watch/Take care of yourself

      DarkJade-

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    • Anna says:

      Yes, everything I write is always a mixture of my reality and then a big dose of fantasy on top… makes for interesting stories :) Thanks for the comments!

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