Excerpt from first draft of Scar (short fiction).
Ryan Darcy Sim
It was dark by the time they reached the motel. The fluorescent yellow sign stood out against the night sky. The clerk, an elderly woman, was smoking inside the tiny front office when she checked them in. Rodney and Arjun had a twin room, and Kiara had a single, adjoining. The room smelled of naphthalene, and Rodney slid open the glass door to the narrow balcony to try to air it out. They were on the second floor, above the barren parking lot - the too-new fleet car Warren had given Rodney sat smugly between a muddy four-wheel-drive, and a rusty, yellow Datsun. Over the street there was an all-night convenience store and bottle shop.
“I am having a shower,” said Arjun. He set his duffle on the end of his bed and patiently removed his pyjamas, towel, and required toiletries, before zipping it up and placing it back on the floor. He slipped of his shoes and sat on the end of the bed to peel off his socks, which he balled and placed next to his bag. Then he gathered his belongings in his lap and stood and walked into the bathroom. There wasn’t anything to look at in the room, except for a painting on the wall opposite the beds. No television, no books. A broken radio sat on a shelf in the corner. Rodney pretended to inspect the painting while Arjun went through his routine. It depicted an old, grey barn, surrounded by paperbark trees. A figure was running from the barn’s open door, a black, rectangular hole in the side. The earth was painted a pale yellow, and in the background, behind the barn, were reddish-brown horses, running through the bush. The painting made him feel more anxious and he looked away, went and sat on his bed. It creaked under his weight, and the mattress sank towards the floor. He rested his elbows on his knees and sighed. He heard the water come on in the bathroom. There was a timid knock at the adjoining door.
“Hey,” said Rodney.
Even though it was still warm, Kiara had put on a fleece hoodie. She was still wearing her office skirt, and her black, leather shoes with thick soles. “Hey,” she said and looked around, though there was no way she could see past the door, around Rodney’s great frame.
“Are you okay?” asked Rodney, pressing his scars beneath his shirt cuffs.
“Yes. I am going to get some nuts,” she pointed in the direction of the balcony, and the convenience store. “Would you or Arjun like me to get you anything?”
Rodney looked back at the bathroom. Steam was pouring out of the tiny strip between the floor and door, illuminated by the light inside, and it levitated and danced slowly in the otherwise dull light of the room.
“I might come with you, if that’s alright,” he said, still rubbing at his wrists.
I’m lucky enough to have the opportunity to be playing in one of my favourite Australian bands. Palisades have always been good mates, and its always been a good time when my bands have played with them, and this is their first show in a while since an extended hiatus. I’ll be filling in for Matt Ham on bass at the above show, which is also part of Stockades’ and Seahorse Divorce’s national tour (both those bands have records out, make the effort to have a listen).
See you at Sun Distortion Studios on Friday night.
Yarn is a bimonthly storytelling event I help to run in Brisbane. What this means is, every two months, over the past year we’ve found about six people who tell true stories from their lives in front of an audience.
To celebrate our first birthday/anniversary/whatever, we have called back some of our favourite tellers for stories around the theme of “First!”
I know a lot of friends have already clicked attending on the Facebook event page - but if you have never been to a Yarn, Thursday June 27th will be the perfect night to start. So come and get some life-wisdom from some people you otherwise might never cross paths with.
I’m really looking forward to the next 12 months of Yarn - we have a few changes in the works, and some extra projects we’ll be adding to our roster.
Thanks for the continued support.
The biggest of tracks.
I’ve seen some things over the past few years, so I am cataloguing photos on this new blog. They’re not going up in any special order. Give it a follow. All Asks will be answered here though.
I just got home from seeing Killing Joke. I feel like someone has bashed me around the head a few times. The fact it was one of the most intense live shows I’ve seen, coupled with the fact those guys are old as shit is kind of incredible. It’s what I want to get out of music.
See you on the other side, dweebs.
Indecision from our new digital EP is streaming now.
The second song, Morning Hour will be appearing on a compilation in memory of Chris Torpy, from We Lost The Sea. All proceeds from this compilation will go to Lifeline. The compilation will be available soon, so make sure you check it out.
The full Indecision / Morning Hour EP will be available for full download, including artwork, in the coming week or so.
New song, download coming soon! Recorded/mixed by Mark Perry, mastered by Jack Shirley!
Put this inside a giant circle that says Don’t Be a Dick and you’ve got my fundamental rules for life.
I bought my tickets for this show today, and I am very excited.