Leroy's face had become quite
tired of smiling at all the girls. So he maintained a fixed grin of which he
felt was pleasant to all onlookers. He swivelled his shoulders as he flicked
the flippers of the pinball machine with his index fingers. The ball bounced
and ran its trajectory course. The artificial gold rings on Leroy’s fingers
allured the onlookers more so than his ability to play pinball. One very pretty
girl found Leroy genuinely irresistible; she stared at his hair and the kiss
curl which perfectly formed a concentric flattened pattern on his forehead with
dust of sparklers for added effect. Others looked on with total envy,
mesmerized by his total persona of "dude with the cool views on all things
futuristic". Some simply swooned at every move he made. Leroy was
saturated with much needed attention.
Peter with a hard angular jaw and seething, chewed vigorously on his spearmint as he fingered the plastic handle of his new knife concealed in his breast pocket, the Sheffield steel was of a bygone age of great industry. With a piercing stare Peter followed the movements of the crowd around Leroy and the whizzing pinball machine. Peter wanted to possess Leroy, he
wanted to truly adore him as the others around, and he itch to show how real men should behave.
"Hey guys, watch this shot", Leroy flicked his index finger on the “Hey" by the time they had gathered around closer he continued a rapid succession of left handed flickers and right handed flicks until in a great crescendo he clapped both hands which sounded hollow on the wooden casing of the machine.
"Watch this shot....and this shot .....And this! "
His voice and the jingle of the machine was all that could be heard. He sometimes listened carefully to the echo of his own voice as it sounded from the expressions of others. The girls were pouting and oohing, they shuffled closer and closer, arranging their hair and gently pressing against him, to gain some of the magic concentrated between Leroy and the machine. The guys were becoming emblazoned with envy and maroon with hatred. Peter
stared as his jaw tired and his tension increased mixed with a senseless intensity of envy and anger.
Leroy was in a dream, a world of flashing hazy colours, further more he wanted to experience what it was like to appreciate himself. Leroy wanted to possess those that thought they possessed him. In a sudden act of irrationality Leroy turned from the machine and flung his arms in the air,
thrust his hips and tilted his head back like a pop star on stage. He stood transfixed in his own glory. A repetitive echo of the previous night disco- beat like a scratched record hitched in Leroy’s mind.
"Proud of them, Proud of them, Proud of them, Proud of them, Proud of them..........” Everyone was awe struck, except for Peter who understood that Leroy had reached the pinnacle of his social climax. Peter gripped the handle of the Sheffield steel and as though he too was in shock at his own actions slowly exposed the knife and in slow motion levelled the handle to his hip. Leroy was wide-eyed and motionless as the gum rested on his tongue. Peter was to be at one with Leroy connected by the cold steel blade.
Peter with a hard angular jaw and seething, chewed vigorously on his spearmint as he fingered the plastic handle of his new knife concealed in his breast pocket, the Sheffield steel was of a bygone age of great industry. With a piercing stare Peter followed the movements of the crowd around Leroy and the whizzing pinball machine. Peter wanted to possess Leroy, he
wanted to truly adore him as the others around, and he itch to show how real men should behave.
"Hey guys, watch this shot", Leroy flicked his index finger on the “Hey" by the time they had gathered around closer he continued a rapid succession of left handed flickers and right handed flicks until in a great crescendo he clapped both hands which sounded hollow on the wooden casing of the machine.
"Watch this shot....and this shot .....And this! "
His voice and the jingle of the machine was all that could be heard. He sometimes listened carefully to the echo of his own voice as it sounded from the expressions of others. The girls were pouting and oohing, they shuffled closer and closer, arranging their hair and gently pressing against him, to gain some of the magic concentrated between Leroy and the machine. The guys were becoming emblazoned with envy and maroon with hatred. Peter
stared as his jaw tired and his tension increased mixed with a senseless intensity of envy and anger.
Leroy was in a dream, a world of flashing hazy colours, further more he wanted to experience what it was like to appreciate himself. Leroy wanted to possess those that thought they possessed him. In a sudden act of irrationality Leroy turned from the machine and flung his arms in the air,
thrust his hips and tilted his head back like a pop star on stage. He stood transfixed in his own glory. A repetitive echo of the previous night disco- beat like a scratched record hitched in Leroy’s mind.
"Proud of them, Proud of them, Proud of them, Proud of them, Proud of them..........” Everyone was awe struck, except for Peter who understood that Leroy had reached the pinnacle of his social climax. Peter gripped the handle of the Sheffield steel and as though he too was in shock at his own actions slowly exposed the knife and in slow motion levelled the handle to his hip. Leroy was wide-eyed and motionless as the gum rested on his tongue. Peter was to be at one with Leroy connected by the cold steel blade.
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