Angela's new mouth

I love my brand new mouth

Angela raced through the poorly lit streets.

The damp air made Angela's hair hang limp and bedraggled like an old bundle of rope from off the back of some fish stinking Trawler that had recently been sent to a watery grave for crimes against fish and crabs.

Her pea green jumper clung to her curvaceous body like a piece of clingfilm around what looked like a tortured looking photograph of Angela in 'That pose' she likes to be in on weekends with her masked friends.

In the distance Angela's eyes were firmly fixed on the pale silhouette of a street busker clanking some old rusty soup spoons to the tune of 'Chitty Chitty Bang Bang' which was playing in a rather faint manner on a rather decrepit looking cassette player next to the buskers feet.

As Angela approached the street busker it was clear to see that over her sweet mouth was what looked like a cut-out from a magazine of somebody Else's mouth. The newly attached mouth was stuck to Angela's face using a pritstick, and had what looked like horizontal lines across the original image making Angela's mouth look like it was in some kind of sideways prison.

A taxi hurtled past Angela just missing her by a split second as she marched over the road and straight up to the street busker who was still playing his rusty old soup spoons to the almost inaudible tune of 'Chitty Chitty Bang Bang'.

As she stared, eyes wide and glaring, almost possessed and vaguely demonic in their appearance, the street busker finished playing, looked up at Angela's face sporting a brand new cut-out mouth and said:

"Oh hello Angela darling, is it time for me to come home now"

"MMMFFMMF" Angela replied to her father

There was a brief awkward silence

"Is that a cut-out of somebody Else's mouth stuck over your own Angela" her father asked curiously

There was yet another awkward silence

Then as if by some kind of telepathic signal the two of them quickly packed up Angela's fathers things, crossed the road without looking, and then proceeded to walk briskly up the dimly lit street, whilst Angela's new mouth gently flapped about in the breeze like a loose piece of papery skin waiting to escape it's new owners face .


Written by Tommy Dandruff

Image by Arnie Canoe