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Shanty Girl
Fantasy Fantasy - Speculative
by Eugen Bacon
Crippled? Fuck that. Her right foot drags like a dog’s leash. Her right hand has muscle to lift a metal crane. Ivy Freeman is a powerhouse to reckon with. As far as serial killers go.
Ivy Freeman felt invincible.
Something taut and sweet spread adrenaline through every tip of her. Her heart pumped like a sprinter’s foot.
It was more than enjoyment; it was obsession.
She gazed at a shooting star as it cut across a grey and indigo night. She stood in open moonlight, felt wings of fireflies stroke her cheek and knew she had found new heights. Curled right there at her feet lay the tortured body of Welfare, her first grown female.
* * *
Penfold had it all. A beach, a forest, Surrey Hills and Shanty Town.
Not incapacitated by polio that shortened an arm and a leg during infancy, Ivy grew up with a mason father. He smoked like a broken car, built muscle for his construction site by beating his drug-choked wife, Fran.
For all his early goings and late comings, they lived on the dole. Couldn’t afford the SUVs that Ivy glimpsed streaming down Surrey Hills. Funny how the council thought a communal centre for private and public residents at the lip of Surrey Hills and the toe of Shanty Town would bridge the gap between the two communities.
It didn’t...
Ivy Freeman felt invincible.
Something taut and sweet spread adrenaline through every tip of her. Her heart pumped like a sprinter’s foot.
It was more than enjoyment; it was obsession.
She gazed at a shooting star as it cut across a grey and indigo night. She stood in open moonlight, felt wings of fireflies stroke her cheek and knew she had found new heights. Curled right there at her feet lay the tortured body of Welfare, her first grown female.
* * *
Penfold had it all. A beach, a forest, Surrey Hills and Shanty Town.
Not incapacitated by polio that shortened an arm and a leg during infancy, Ivy grew up with a mason father. He smoked like a broken car, built muscle for his construction site by beating his drug-choked wife, Fran.
For all his early goings and late comings, they lived on the dole. Couldn’t afford the SUVs that Ivy glimpsed streaming down Surrey Hills. Funny how the council thought a communal centre for private and public residents at the lip of Surrey Hills and the toe of Shanty Town would bridge the gap between the two communities.
It didn’t...