Beauty is in the eye of the B Holder

Seen here one of the contestants for Dimestories speaks into the microphone at A Word with You Press, which is hosting Dimestories this Friday at 6;30 at the Towers that are A Word with You Press. Check it out on FB at Dimestories.org Literati! Billy Holder, the pablum-personality that tones down wild excesses on this …

Seen here one of the contestants for Dimestories speaks into the microphone at A Word with You Press, which is hosting Dimestories this Friday at 6;30 at the Towers that are A Word with You Press. Check it out on FB at Dimestories.org

Literati!

Billy Holder, the pablum-personality that tones down wild excesses on this site, has offered a tame story for our Wing Nuts. Indulge him, s.v.p.

His author role model is Charles Bukowski.  That explains a lot.
Here is a picture of Billy celebrating his 21rst birthday:
And here is what Billy has to say for himself:

 

Bar: Big Helyns Saloon San Clemente….back in the day 😉

by Billy Holder

 

I climbed out of bed this morning and thought, I’m not going to make
it, then laughed remembering all the times I felt that way.

I’ll just have to wing it. That’s what Chuck said as he swung at me.

I remember laughing at myself as I saw my tooth sticking out of his forehead, a
headbutt gone wrong.

That’s when Wanda walked in, shook her head and turned around and walked out.

For a moment I felt bad because Chuck was in love with her. A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which one never entirely recovers.

I loved her too, but like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps
little photographs of. I think this was our way of getting through our
dilemmas without having to give up our manhood or friendship.

“I don’t hate you but I’ll feel so much better when you’re not around…”
The blood flicked into my eyes from Chucks fainted jab when his foot
landed between my knees as he ended the sentence,”…Billy!”

I folded instantly but managed to grab his shirt and pull him down with me.
There was a blood trail going from my mouth, down my shirt, from my
fist to Chucks jaw, from the bar to the stools and all over Chucks
half chewed ear that I spit out to make room for my balls.

“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus!” Chuck stood up stumbled,
raised his fist and screamed, “That alone should make us love each
other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities,
we are eaten up by nothing!”

That’s when I returned the below-the-belt favor. We were a whiskied mess swirling in blood, broken beer mugs and highballs.  The last thing I remember was a blood-covered Chuck
telling the officer that we were friends just sharing the prejudice of a woman, and that we shouldn’t have go to jail because they had the wrong kind of bars in there.

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Billy is fondling of saying “AA is for quitters!”

11 comments

  1. KYLE katz says:

    Funny, creative, language driven. The fight over a woman, the conclusion…Brilliant!

  2. Mr. Holder, it is a pleasure to meet you through this toned-down flaSH that has taken the back of my head off. How you hold that plot together through the carnage and gore is impressive, and I hope I get to meet you when I get to visit.

  3. Diane Cresswell says:

    Wow Mr. Bill – this was quite the ride…loved heading to the end. The words just spill out one image after another…good stuff even if its a bit gory…and full of testosterone. Reminds me of the bar fight between John Wayne and Lee Marvin in Donovan’s Reef…

  4. Salvatore Buttaci says:

    “The wrong kind of bars in there”! What a line, one of many great ones here in your flash. Wow!

  5. 1948pdobbs says:

    Billy,
    I agree with Sal, that last line was great! It puts you in the running of best line with Diana D. where she said history hit her in the back or something along those lines. When you get old your short term memory goes, I don’t know where, but it goes! Descriptive fight scene.
    Blessings, pd

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