We build sandcastles just to destroy the pure, wet sand, dreaming of pineapples, messages in bottles and California. Suntanned toes and blue lipstick, red dyed hair that runs in the rain and streaks your shoulderblades with plastic blood. Lights twinkle over the harbour like your teeth in the sunlight. You attract men, flies and trouble, and all three irritate you and spoil your fun. You ask me, why can’t we burn down the local chapel on a Sunday morning? And it isn’t rhetorical. Hell hath no fury like an ex-Catholic.
Later that day, we conquer the sea. You remove your red panties and pierce them with a shank of driftwood, plunging it into the oncoming tide in the name of Us… and what a concept that seems to me sometimes. There is no Us, just You, hurtling around the Earth like a cannonball in the Hadron Collider, which you call the HardOn Collider whilst squeezing the blood out of my stiff cock, leaving it sore and limp like a dead chicken.
Today the sea is a flat plane of blue glass, and in the quiet the echoes are louder. Clouds rumble overhead, keeping watch but never staying long enough to enforce justice. I’m lying on my back as you fondle my balls with one hand and grip my neck with the other, asking me over and over again why I keep breathing. It’s boring, apparently. Breathing is boring. I should just stop doing it. My friends say you aren’t healthy for me. But one by one they are going out, like Christmas tree lights, and soon it will just be Us again… or maybe just You, rubbing powdered glass into the slice you made in my arm with a fish-gutting knife, because…. well, just because.
Born in November 1983, I have been writing in some form or another for most of my life, but I began to take it seriously as a career around 2003/2004. Since then I have produced a novel, a novella and a series of short stories some of which are loosely linked into an overarching anthology.
Most of my stories come under the wide umbrella of ‘general fiction’, but I have experimented with genre pieces. My short stories tend to be bittersweet, nostalgic, sometimes melancholic and (on occasion) examine the darker side of human nature and obsessions.
I welcome you to my site Jimmi Campkin, and I hope you find something here to please you. If not, below you’ll find a big picture of me to scream obscenities at.