Brass – Helen Walsh

On top of the world I am. A man comes in, has a piss and leaves. Just a blur. And another one. Absolutely on top of the fucken world. My surroundings veer into focus and my limbs begin to feel lighter and lighter ‘til they are suddenly springing me over to the sink where I do my trousers up and splash cold water on my face. I gaze into the mirror and my reflection vaults across it and right back again.

I can’t remember whether I’ve pissed or not. I try and piss in the sink but my dick is hard and can’t make it’s mind up. I stay in the toilets for a while longer and get my head together. I wait for the euphoria to abate. I’m always like this me, coming up on an eckie. It just knocks us clean out for the first twenty minutes or so and then I’m fine.

And I’ve figured that the best thing to do is just sit back and hand yourself over. Don’t try and fight it, or control it or it’ll mash your head to pieces. Sit back and enjoy it. It’ll tune into your body’s natural rhythm when it’s good and ready and when it does there’s fucken nothing like it in the world. Ecstaseeeeeey! I need to be with Millie. I’m so looking forward to walking out of those doors and seeing Millie’s face. I love her I do.

I fucken love that girl to bits. There’s no one I’d rather be with, if the truth be known. Even Anne Marie. Nar, would not be right her seeing us like this – all loved-up and with my emotions running amok and that. Thinking of it almost sends us on a downer. I forget where I am. I remember. The toilets are situated at the other end of the pub and I find the journey back a task and a half.

I have to walk past the bar which is mad busy with ruddy-faced chaps in flat caps, and concentrate on being straight and not knocking into people like a prick, but everyone seems happy enough. Maybe they’re all eckied up too.

I go hunting, beneath bodices and thin attire, The divine back below the curve of the shoulders… I recreate their bodies, burning with fine fevers. They find me absurd… And my savage desires fasten on to their lips. Arthur Rimbaud 1kitap1.com/en Contents Title Page Dedication Epigraph Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Acknowledgements About the Author Copyright 1kitap1.com/en CHAPTER 1 Millie We turn onto Upper Duke Street and the view sucks the breath from my lungs.

The whole of the city is aglow and the Liver buildings, brightly drenched by the rising moon, reign magnificently in a cloudless sky. I snatch a quick glance to see if she too has been seduced by the vista but the eyes are paralysed by some chemical excess. She’s at least three or four years younger than me – a child in the eyes of the law. Yet she wears the spent constitution of a woman who has lived, breathed and spat these streets out all her life.

There’s mixed blood in her face too, the dark complexion suggesting the Mediterranean while her narrowed eyes hint of the East. It’s a good face – awkwardly composed but pretty nonetheless. It doesn’t belong to these streets. We head down towards the Cathedral which pierces the night like some majestic foreboding, and she lopes off ahead, creating enough distance between us to show we’re not together. At the graveyard gates, she swings round and instructs me with the flat of a palm to hold back.

I watch her elfin silhouette slide down some steps and without warning, dissolve into the petrol blue night. I doubt she’ll return and I’m pricked with a mild spur of relief. The effects of the beak and the booze are fast ebbing away now and there’s elements of the old me lurking in my subconscious, urging me to turn on my heels and flee.

The night spits her back into focus and she’s standing before me again. Skinny legs and fat breasts. Coal black hair pulled fiercely into a high pony. I swoon.

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