at least i had shoes the day before yesterday by Delphine Lecompte

because his mother never broke his nose,that's why i hate wee andy,and also because he won't come and get me out of this wretched coastal town that's full of hostile peasants and kinky fishermen and vindictive priests who want to maim me till i'm too scared and too cripple to leave,and i'm broke and barefoot,i'm sure i wasn't the day before yesterday;i'm stroking a big white horse cos it might be a miracle in disguise,but it's not,it's just a plump churlish beast and it bites my thumb and when it finally lets go,my thumb's nothing but a bloody stub;i just wanna curl up and dream about all those endearing nutters who are probably never gonna return,so that's what i do: i curl up on a dewy bench next to the church,i put my thumb in my mouth and i try to think about the endearing nutters,but the taste of blood reminds me of the malicious staff,i hear feet shuffling,i open my eyes and there's a huge parade of twisted local elders leaving the church,they're carrying knives and rosaries under their raincoats,one old peasant stops by my bench,he's got a sickly dog with him,its nipples are festering and it's got black warts on its nose,maybe they are leeches;the old cunt invites me to his place for waffles and wine,we're walking to his place,i tell him about my atrocious night and all the perverted winos who occupied it,he nods from time to time but i can tell that he doesn't give a fuck,i keep on talking nevertheless: "i was cycling through this wee forest that doesn't seem wee at all cos there are so many lofty trees and treacherous paths that sometimes lead to the derelict warehouse but usually lead to other treacherous paths where i got raped so many times but still cycle through,cos otherwise i'd have had to take a huge roundabout,and i got raped there many times as well,anyway i was on my way to wee andy,it's just as well then that a cock-eyed french porn star dragged me off my bike and raped me,cos wee andy is a fucking insensitive middle class twat who only loves me when he's sober and just had his hole,and why would i want someone who doesn't want to fuck nor maim me as a friend?DON'T ANSWER THAT!,the cock-eyed french porn star ripped my red slutty knickers to shreds,which is just as well,cos i got them from the retarded flemish cook and i would have thrown them away by the end of the day anyway,every bleeding day he buys me ten red slutty knickers,how many cunts does he think i have??,i already knew the cock-eyed french porn star from when he'd raped me in august on a blood-stained slide in the park that's named after a bent flemish mayor,and when he raped me in august,i already knew him from when he'd raped me in june in a dreary disused bus station where i used to sniff glue with charlie who hated pigeons and who OD'd in my shower tray a few months ago,and even before our bloody encounter in that dreary disused bus station i'm sure he raped me a couple of times before that,i'm sure he did,cos i'd recognise that scent of cheap lubricant and dead rodents everywhere;he arsefucked me with a dead branch and afterwards i felt a bit dazed and i definitely didn't feel like visiting that wee dour middle class twat who'd only have scolded me for cycling through a wee perv-infested forest wearing nothing but my underwear and sandals,i don't know why i was dressed so scantily,but it was definitely not to attract french porn stars,but after my brush with the french perv i didn't have any clothes,i didn't even have my bike anymore,cos he stole that as well,so there i was stark naked,i felt self-conscious and i thought that everyone would surely see that i'd just been fondled by a hirsute porn star,and i didn't want them to see so much,so i ran out of the wee forest and i knocked on a random door for clothes,the man who opened the door was bald and mean,but he did give me some clothes after he'd raped me,they are the clothes that i'm wearing now,he didn't have shoes for me though,maybe you could lend me a pair?",the old peasant's house is full of sickly dogs with festering nipples and black warts on their noses,we're eating waffles at his kitchen table,actually i'm feeding my waffles to his sickly bitches cos i'm too wounded to eat,the peasant bandages my thumb and pours me a glass of wine,there's a goldfish bowl standing on his window-sill,it's filled with water but there are no goldfish in it;i give him head on the cold kitchen floor while his sickly bitches are humping my legs,i spit his cum in the goldfish bowl,afterwards we watch golf on his wee telly and when it starts to rain in england i suck his cock again,he's eager to get rid of me after his second cum,and i can't blame him,he gives me a pair of wellies and i walk back to the wretched coastal town,the wellies are too big so i take them off and throw them at the malicious horse who tried to bite off my thumb,but it dodges the wellies and snorts haughtily as i pass again barefoot.

About the author:
my full name's Delphine Lecompte (i thank my french name to my father,he hails from lille),i'm 23 (born 22nd january 1981),i was born in east london,i'm an expat now though,i moved to dreary belgium 3 years ago when i fell in love with a flemish singer/songwriter,of course we are no longer together;i'm an orphan,i stack milk bottles for a living.