Excerpt - Monster Dressed as Monster
You should have bought the mask.
You saw it in the shop on Byres Road, one of those latex textured things you pull over your head like something that’s been skinned. The mask was wrinkly, witchy, carbunckled but no
– the idea of your face inside the rubber-smell of it - couldn’t dance in that. The hair was nylon and the colour of manky straw from a byre, you know? That green way when the beasts have trampled it. Eyes like something gouged out with a point.
Anyway.
You should have bought it there and then, on impulse. It was Halloween. But twenty seven pounds, you thought - and you’d only wear it once.
Your big mistake was hesitating.
That boy will lose his eye. One comment and your tumbler in his face. No pause for thought. No hesitation there.
You can read more of Monster dressed as monster in Snacks after Swimming, Freight, 2006