You tripped and banged your head on the asphalt. When your hand went to your face those little speckled pebbles and a bit of dirt rolled off at the touch, but the bruise was already swelling. Behind the fence the boombox was trying to eat the tape, Octavius, Audio Noir, play button stuck in gear. Busted hip-hop, drowned electronics, shouted and whispered vocals from inside the smash-windowed abandoned house no one dares go near. Dalek and Sonic Sum sometimes visited there, but everyone else was too scared, everyone else remembers being dizzy, being knocked out for a terrifying moment. - XLR8R |