Here's that little story I promised pOOp...
It's a flash fiction that doesn't really have a plot or anything, it just kinda illustrates something I have in my mind... it's kinda what my novel is based on - it has the same kind of imagery and theme to it. Well, here it is... hope you like it but it still needs a bit of polishing though, and it's not really meant to be anything much...

Eat Me, My City...

Her glass hit the wall behind me, exploding to leave red wine dripping like Satan’s spit. Jagged fragments of glass bit into the wall, - a grinning, glinting array of teeth that laughed at me.
“You just don’t see it do you James?” she shouted, tears escaping from her eyes.
She turned away from me, casting her gaze out of our sixty-eighth floor apartment window to the cold night outside.

The view from the window was blocked and dwarfed by the monstrous skyscrapers that crowded around us, never-ending – their tops had disappeared from view long ago, no matter how you craned your neck to see. They towered like great tree-trunks in a thick, choked forest, the masses of neon signs and lights clinging to them like jungle-creeper.
“Look out there!” She pleaded, waving her arm. “Do you honestly see one bastard that cares about you and your little dreams? I don’t, and fuck knows how long I’ve been looking for!”
Hope leaked from her eyes and hit the hard tiles below, and I stood still, regarding her plight with indifference.

The silence almost strangled her, and again she blurted out, trying to sway me with her words. “You can climb as hard as you like James, you can try and climb out of this stinking mess of a city, but no matter how you try there will always be someone above you and people reaching up below you, trying to drag you down. If – and if – you ever reach the top of the pile, what then?”
I remained silent, for I knew how it hurt her so – my concrete chest would not flinch or feel, even if she beat her hands against it in sorrow or pain.
“Answer me, damn you – what will you do then?” she trembled. “You’ll look around and finally see all the people you trampled on your way to the top; the city doesn’t end, James, and you’ll never escape it.”
If she said any more, I did not hear it, for we were drowned by the angry buzz of a helicopter as it drew near, stabbing the night around it with its search-beacon. For a while we were blinded as the light shone over our apartment, yet it slowly continued on its way.
I drew her between my arms, and she flinched in disgust.
“Fuck you James, you’re blind!”
I held her with me by the window, looking at the cold world outside.
“I threw my heart away long ago,” I whispered, “and I’m doing fine.”



Well I hope you like it, tell me what you think.