Wednesday, October 14, 2009

These girls fall like dominos

Lank, straggly hair. A face full of shadows. Mad, staring eyes. A white tracksuit top and pink bottoms flecked with dirt, or shit, or something not quite dead yet. A smell like the devil's wanksock.

I've passed the same woman at exactly the same spot on the New Cabra Road for the last four days. As I make my way over to Spar to replenish my supply of fun-size Twixes and Benecol yogurts she passes me at the large tree between the corner of my road and Clarke's bakery.

It's really very unsettling, the repetitiveness of her.

I think she's an addict as she has never looked directly at me, just the fifty yard stare of a woman gone wrong. No matter how windy the day I catch the stench of detritus in her wake and the squelch of her broken runners. She could stop traffic but not in the good way.

She must be homeless and never rests, just circles the area over and over again. I've become in tune with her route, hence the daily tree-pass like something from a David Lynch hallucination, but please don't mention a certain type of synchronicity.

No, this is aggrieving because I know that some day she'll have taken her last swig of something awful and I'll be the one left calling for an ambulance, holding her heaving, piss-soaked embers in my arms.

I think I'll move out.

18 comments:

Holemaster said...

At least you know you're a regular guy.

Radge said...

Small mercies, Holemaster.

Susan at Stony River said...

Loved the 'fifty-yard stare of a woman gone wrong'. Loved much more than that too, such beautifully selected words. But sad. Good luck being far away when she falls, but honestly I'd rather you be there to immortalise it for us; I just loved this.

I shall now go suffer the rest of my Flaubert flashback in private.

Erf said...

I doubt you'd be alone for too long Radge.. I've heard plenty of horror stories from a few Dublin fire brigade buddies, the Ambulance crew will probably know her by name..

Radge said...

Susan - Thanks very much, glad you liked it. The Twixes aid my prose, clearly.

Erf - I don't think she's long for this world.

hope said...

Sadly it almost sounds like a human circling the drain, life ebbing away.

Who knows...you even glancing in her direction might be the bright spot of her day. She's probably invisible to everyone else.

Conan Drumm said...

Meanwhile, back in the Dáil...

Radge said...

Hope - Nice sentiment but I must say I avoid eye contact.

Conan - I'm all politickled out.

Terence McDanger said...

It's like you've really really sexed up Phil Collins' Another Day in Paradise and made it credible.

Radge said...

It's a gift, Terence. Can't teach that shit.

Sweary said...

Wonder what she thinks about.

Maybe "Ah Jaysus, it's that weirdy nervous-looking fella again, does he never stop with the fucking Twixes?"

Radge said...

At least I'm off the Magnums, Sweary, you insensitive hussy.

McMuck and the Mystery of the Kuúgleflarg said...

So that's what Twix looks like in Pluralland. Yum.

Terence McDanger said...

McMuck and the yadda yadda, this is an interesting point. Can we say Twixes when we don't say Marses or Snickerses? Hmmmm. I know what Gollum would say.

Carry on now.

Radge said...

Terence - So, the other day when I caught you mouthing Tolkienian passages to yourself, that wasn't a one-off?

Disconcerting.

And it's been Twixes ever since I guested on t'other blog on the promise of said confectionary, which is still to appear.

Therese Cox said...

I think there is room for "The Devil's Wanksock" on the bestseller list yet.

Radge said...

One should probably save one's 'A' material but couldn't help oneself.

Red Leeroy said...

One word. Human......Sorry Humanitarian.