The "I Dare You" challenge this week is being offered up at JM Prescott's blog by guest challenger, Julia Archer. Write about an Oubliette - a place to that is forgotten or I might go to forget. Used mostly to describe dungeon like spaces, it can be almost any refuge from the world one might come up with. Anyway without any more fanfare -
“I’m your worst nightmare.”
Here we go again. Give a beating or take one. What is it with these jerks anyway? Every bully is the same. I went back to my book and ignored him.
“Hey man, I’m talking to you.” Buzz Cut pulled the book out from in front of me.
I looked up at Buzz Cut. “Okay jerkwad, but not here. Not in the library.” I stood up. “Where is it you want to go?”
Buzz Cut looks confused and has no immediate reply. I start walking to the front door of the library. He follows me. “Hey buttface, you don’t turn your back on me.”
“Yeah, yeah, right. Why is that?” I leave the library and walk quickly towards the parking lot. Buzz Cut struggles to keep up. He finally grabs me by my shoulder and turns me around.
I was ready. My right foot found his crotch as soft as his belly looked. Buzz Cut collapses on the pavement. He clutches his tender bits as I stand over him.
“Don’t you ever bother me in the library again. The library is my Oubliette. Got it?”
Between tears and gasping for breath he nods and manages to squeak, “Your Oh bee let? What’s that?
“Look it up asshole”. I walk back into the library.
This is loosely based on an incident from my youth. Tallahassee, Florida actually. Fall 1963. Just started sixth grade and another new school - my seventh school since kindergarten. A tale enhanced tremendously through rose colored glasses remembering what I wanted to do but didn't. It would be a couple of weeks later when I finally manned up and took Buzz Cut on. He was surprised. I held my own.