__08.04.2003 @ 12:08_______
Briony was quite a dim child and it wasn't hard to see either. This was why her father mainly kept her locked up at home where she could not embarress him. Briony mainly passed the time by making up little tunes to sing to herself and from time to time she would sit in a corner hugging her knees as she rocked back and forth whilst humming one long continuous note loudly.
On this particular day Briony sat at home feeling a little bored. The appeal of humming had begun to wear off and she had grown tired of her space hopper. Ever since her father had started manufacturing them for a living it was the only topic of conversation in their household. He would come home from work and before he had even said hello he would be complaining about how "the bottom is falling out of the space hopper market."
Briony decided she had no option to make a break for it. Fortunately her father had assumed she was too stupid to open a window and had not locked any of them. Briony was up and away with no trouble at all.
Once out of the house Briony decided to head off out into the woods behind her house. A good explore was called for she felt so she tramped off across the fields and into the woods. Immediatly it became dark as the trees overhead blocked out the light. Briony didn't mind the darkness though and happily continued on her way.
A thudding beat began to be just audible in the distance. Briony decided to investigate and she headed off in the direction of the noise. Slowly it began to grow louder and after not too long flashing lights began to appear on the horizon. Briony was certainly curious to find out what was going on.
Finally after walking for what seemed like forever Briony arrived at... a pub. Loud music was blaring out and outside the main door stood two men in black coats. One was big and wide. a real rugby on sundays type and the other was short and skinny and looked like he fought dirty past them.
Briony walked passed them and into the pub. Just inside the door there was a small table. Sat behind it were a girl in a low cut top and striped socks and beside her a boy wearing all black and looking in need of a haircut.
The girl looked up and saw Briony then said "Its four pounds please." "Oh" said Briony and she reached into her little handbag to retrieve her purse before reluctantly handing over four pound coins. The lad then stood up and said "Hand please."
"What?" asked a bemused Briony.
"Hand please" repeated the boy and he then grabbed her arm before she had even had chance to. He then produced a stamp and pushed it down on the back of her hand leaving a star mark there. He then sat back down. Briony looked at her wrist closely. "ooh cool" she said and skipped off into the main part of the pub. As she left the boy was putting a stamp in between the girl's breasts.
That night Briony drank entirely too much. Danced to far too much crap music and generally had a disgustingly good time.
Her father found her asleep under a hedge the next morning. He began locking the windows after that.
Inspiration For This Tale: She of the Socks.
Sensory Input For This Tale: The Flaming Lips - The Soft Bulletin
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