Jacinta Takes a Walk
Copyright© 2025 by BarBar
Chapter 2: Back to School
Despite the swirling colours, I was able to navigate my way through the junkyard. Then I climbed over the fence, with the aid of an old dining table. It had a missing leg and was propped upside down against a disused gate. The route up the back of the dining table and over the fence was familiar and routine.
Once in the street, I stood blinking for a moment. I was face to face with a bright yellow rhinoceros. We stared at each other without moving. The thing’s horn was pointing straight at my forehead. I felt like the rhinoceros only had to lean forward and it would spear my brain.
Suddenly, the rhinoceros coughed and then vomited all over the front of my windcheater and down the front of my denim skirt. Given all the colours swirling around, it didn’t surprise me that the vomit truly was all the colours of the rainbow.
“Well, shit!” I said.
“Well, shit!” said the rhinoceros as it wiped the vomit away from its mouth.
I turned away from it and started walking along the street. I stunk of beer and vomit. Did it vomit in my mouth? I could taste vomit in my mouth. I leaned against the wire fence beside me and spat a few times to try to clear the taste out of my mouth.
I heard a pitter-patter coming up beside me. I glanced to the side and saw that what had been a rhinoceros was now a horse. It came up to about my shoulder. It was mostly sky blue but it had a patch of glowing radioactive green along one side and down the back leg.
“Hello Frodo,” I said.
“Frodo,” said the horse.
“Last time I saw you, you were a spider,” I said.
“Spider,” said the horse.
“You and your friends hung on the wall of my bedroom and watched me have nightmares.”
“Friends,” said the horse.
The patch of glowing green spread and soon all of Frodo was radioactive green. We walked down the street and the green started coiling up off Frodo and swirling around me. My legs turned green and started to rot. I might end up crawling if I don’t get to where I’m going soon.
If only I knew where I was going.
Half-way along the street, I turned left onto a track that cut through an empty block. This was supposed to be a park but somebody forgot to put in any actual plants. Instead, they let the weeds grow. Now the park was filled with weeds the size of bushes. In one corner was a children’s playground. It was fenced off because it had become dangerous after not being maintained properly. I walked along the path with Frodo walking beside me. Everything was green now. Not nature green, but violent iridescent radioactive churning green.
The flesh had fallen away from my legs so now all I had down there was bones.
“Don’t worry about that,” said Frodo.
“Okay,” I said. I figured if Frodo wasn’t here to reassure me, I might be screaming in terror. Instead I looked at my leg bones with curiosity. They kept carrying me along as if there were still muscles moving them. How does that work?
A dude stepped out of the swirling green. He wasn’t much taller than me. He was wearing dark jeans and a button up short sleeved shirt that bulged where it was failing to contain a beer gut. He had a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw and was mostly bald on top with short hair around the sides. A half-empty carton of beer bottles dangled from one hand.
“Hello, pretty lady,” he said.
“Can I have a beer?” I asked.
He thought about that for a second. “If you suck my cock, I’ll give you a beer.”
I didn’t want to suck his dick, but I did want a beer.
“I’ll do it,” said Frodo. “I’ll suck your dick if you hand over the beer.”
I watched as Frodo knelt down on the grass in front of the man and undid the zipper. Frodo pulled out the man’s dick and started to suck. Frodo knew what he was doing. He’d obviously done that before. I stood there swaying and watched as Frodo kept sucking until the man was good and hard. Then Frodo dug his fingernails into the soft skin covering his balls and twisted. The man squealed and tried to lift up on his toes to get away from the pain. Frodo stood up and took the carton of beers out of the man’s hand.
“Thanks for the beer,” said Frodo.
“Thanks for the beer,” I said.
Frodo pushed the man and he staggered back. Then we turned and walked away into the dark.
There was a bellow of rage. The man loomed up out of the dark, trying to grab me from behind. Frodo saw him coming, so it was Frodo that the man tackled down to the ground. I was knocked over and ended up on my hands and knees watching from the side.
The man had Frodo’s hands pinned with one hand. With the other hand, he pushed up Frodo’s denim skirt and then used hooked fingers in attempt to drag Frodo’s undies out of the way. Frodo was struggling and squirming too much for that to happen.