Dandy diversions 1

Devonte and the Giant  

As he looked across the alleyway, back towards the rear exit of the Edge Club, Devonte saw LaStephanie’s eyes full of tears. Her mouth was open and twisting in a slow silent yell. His ears rang with a deafening buzz after his head had made impact with the ground. Slowly his beautiful, young girlfriend disappeared behind the shadow and then the broad body of a hulk only identified by the word STAFF worn on his purple employee shirt. The man paused staring down at Devonte. His grin stretched across his square white face displaying his eagerness to engage Devonte in an overmatched physical challenge. Devonte turned his panicked face slightly while still watching the giant through the corners of his eyes. Suddenly, as if cured from his malaise the time continuum shifted in the opposite direction for Devonte. The speed of his movements accelerated instantly. Scanning the techno-colour graffiti layering brick corridor in which the three people stood, his eye fastened on an object propped up against the garbage buckets. Within his reach he leaned to his right to wrap his slender fingers around the middle of the iron pipe. Its wet stickiness did not deter the young man in fact he saw the odds shift towards his favour. The bouncer felt the same as their expressions swapped faces.

Raising the pipe in his right hand above his head and pointing his left hand fingers at his opponent. “Oh ya. You ain’t shit now.” Devonte announced proudly.

“Come on boy. You still a foot shorter than me with that pipe”

Devonte’s tribal yell echoed up through the alleyway as he made long strides accelerating quickly. His eyes narrowed in on the bouncer’s features who was unfazed even under attack by remaining firm in his position. The impact shook Devonte when he felt the perfectly placed punch crush into his ribs. His eyes closed with the feeling of time once again slowing seconds into minutes. His motion was reversed causing his feet to rise up off the ground. Crashing sounds of his back striking the garbage woke him. The pipe had dropped from his hand.

“Listen he’r boy. Take your skank girl ‘nd get the fuck home. I ain’t taken your shit in the club or out here. Get goin!” Devonte sat silently paralyzed in defeat.

“SKANK?” Devonte hear LaStephanie yell in defence of herself and for her man. She appeared so tiny as she clung on the bouncer’s back with her newly French manicured nails dug into his eye sockets. Obviously, no match for him LaStephanie was dispatched to the pavement with a mere shake of his shoulders. Now energized by the risky display of courage by his love, Devonte jumped upon the pipe laying between the men. With is weapon raised ready above his head he slowly came at the crouching injured bouncer.

“Muther fucker?” LaStephanie’s questioning screech broke the moment from the anticipated next step in the battle. “Din’t you Mama tell you not to wear your slippers outside?” Simultaneously as the bouncer uncovered his scratched face, Devonte leaned to the left to see the man had made a curious shoe selection for the evening.

The tussled and wet woman continued her impromptu analysis “Thems looks like Pelle Santina’s. You won’t be catching my Devonte here in no fuckin’ velvet slippers outta his master’s chambers, that for fuck sure!!”

The vibration of the pipe as it entered the unsuspecting man’s skull upon the first strike forced Devonte to tighten his grip whitening his knuckles. Screams from LaStephanie rang in his ears when he watched the giant’s limp body hit the ground bludgeoned, wasted. Clanging of the pipe as it rattled on the other end of the alley. Devonte and LaStephanie ran toward the lights of the street in search of sanctuary, crying away their innocence.

- W. Sanderson.

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