An American Flag
By Alan McCormick & Jonny Voss.
‘I’m an American. My flag is American. My body is American.’
Brad’s jaw squared up, his pecks ribbed and tucked, whilst his legs made scissors through the waves.
All the time Miranda watched and absent-mindedly rubbed almond oil over her hide; her booty crack filling and spilling warm granules of sand onto her toes.
Funeral Dave stayed supine; his cool undertaker’s body bringing his heart beat down below 40; his mind imagining the sun as a seaweed tangled fanny box.
‘Want to play with my Frisbee?’ shouted Brad.
Miranda twiddled her teat as if adjusting the knob on a transistor radio.
‘No, thank you,’ she whispered.
Funeral Dave let his own cock leave his body and enter a small space between Brad’s flag and Miranda’s seated rear.
The cock stayed there in the heart of the sea-scented slipstream, its tip tickled by the passing currents of air.
When Miranda saw it she smiled whilst Brad sprinted away to mend the hole in his flag.
ABOUT THE ARTISTS
Jonny Voss draws and Alan McCormick writes. More of their collaborations can be found in decongested tales, deaddrunkdublin and their website, scumsters.
First published in 3:AM Magazine: Wednesday, July 7th, 2010.
