| Fiction |
WHISPERS IN THE DARK
Whispers in the dark is a weekly short story in which weird
is the norm. An exercise in strangeness, the stories are
never to be taken too seriously, but should never be taken
too lightly. For if you lay awake long enough in the dark,
you’re bound to hear a whisper sooner or later.
Can’t Get You Outta My Head
by Dana Place
I couldn’t get that fucking song out of my head. Some
dumbass on the K-LUV midnight staff thought it would be
hilarious to play “One Hand In My Pocket” over and over and
over. But admittedly, I couldn’t stop listening. I had to
see how long he would keep playing the same damn song. After
about the fifteenth time, I was waiting for someone to break
the door down and just beat the living shit out of him.
Forty seven times. He played it forty seven times. But I
have to admit, I listened to it each and every time, just
waiting to see how this crazy shit would end.
It was a pain in my ass to get a flight out of Dallas.
Especially on such short notice. But, I have to get this
damn song out of my head. “ I’ve got one hand in my pocket,
and the other one holding a peace sign.” What retarded shit.
But I finally found a flight that would get me there. I had
to change planes in Phoenix, but it is a small price to pay
to get this song out of my head.
Getting the gun was pretty hard too, but that was only
because there aren’t gun stores on every corner in Montreal.
But, I didn’t need a bazooka to do the job. A little nine
millimeter job would work. And it fit nicely in my jacket
pocket.
Fucking song. “Giving myself a high five”. Crazy shit.
Someone had to pay, you have to admit it is a pretty stupid
song, and it wasn’t the dj’s fault, he just thought he was
being funny. I had to take it to the source. That was the
only way to get the song out for good. She had to die. And I
had to do it. At least the song isn’t there anymore. At
least I can think again.
“ooh, ooooh, afternoon deligh…”
Fucking song.