Patanas

    Darcy stood near the bridge late in the night. The girl was all dressed in a wet white party dress like an angel's and no shoes. Her eye make-up had been smeared as if she had been crying. She began walking her with a fresh cigarette in her hands into the street. She turned out into the view.

    "/There was... There was a girl who could only live on curry soda,/" Darcy said as she started walking. "/Or her parents were really old and rubbish and just kept giving it to her until the point she couldn't have anything else. Or they were really nice and they gave it to her because they really liked her. I can't decide that bit but,/" She sniffled a bit.

    "/She could only live on curry soda,/" the silent devil went on. "/If she didn't have curry soda, she would die. And her parents were going to die soon too because they had something like... their blood was blue or something like that./" Darcy sniffled again.

    "/And she had a brother, but he was really stupid, so no one really cared about him. They just wanted their little girl to live,/" she spoke once more. Darcy took a puff of her cigarette. She blew out into the view and walked on.

    "/The problem is,/" the silent devil spoke on as she walked in the night. "/No thought about her brother. She was in a bowl; he was on his own. No one thought about him. They just... left him./" She took another puff of her cigarette.

    "/So he sat by her,/" Darcy continued. "/Her brother. He sat by her in the bowl. In case curry soda helped her eye-sight, she could see him really clearly through the sides. Even though the glass were as thick as his skull./" She sniffled again and took another puff of her cigarette. The girl kept on with her walk.

    "/And because it was the country side,/" Darcy talked more. She breathed out the smoke.

    "/There was nothing for him to eat,/" the silent devil spoke. "/Won't nothing for him to buy./" She sniffed again.

    "/He was starving,/" Darcy added. "/And she could see that./" She took yet another smoke.

    "/And there was no one looking after him,/" the silent devil spoke. "/Cause he was a bit stupid, he couldn't really look after himself. And it kept on raining, so he was getting a bit rusty./" She sniffed and took another smoke.

    "/She was having an amazing time in the curry soda, but she knew she had to help him,/" Darcy went on. "/So, she swam to the surface, but she couldn't get out. It was too far away. This bowl was too big./" She sniffled and took another smoke.

    "/She knew she had to do something,/" the silent devil spoke on. "/He was getting worse and worse and worse. *Sniff* And he was really hungry and thirsty. And he started eating grass and puking up all of the time. So she tried to think of some plan for it. But she couldn't. All she knew was that she needed her with him./" Darcy took another smoke.

    "/All she could do was watch him puke on the other side of the glass,/" she went on. "/Heh. With him being there, you know? She started to drink. And she drank and she drank and she drank. *Sniff* And this was a lot of curry soda. Enough to last her until she died. Because her parents wanted her to live for ages. But she drank every last drop until she was in an empty bowl. But that was no good, she still couldn't get out./" She took another puff of her joint cigarette.

    "/But that was okay,/" she talked again. "/Because she just waited until she had a big one stored up. Because she drank all of patanas. She drank all of the curry soda. Then, she started to let it out./" Darcy giggled.

    "/It was slow at first, but then it was really loud and hard,/" the silent devil added. "/Then she blew her way out of the bowl, straight to the top, like a rocket. *Sniff* Then she stopped her brother eating grass and they went and found a nice little house to live in together. Her and her brother. *Sniff* And it turned out that drinking all of that curry soda cured her because she never wanted it again. She had her own for the rest of her life./" Darcy smiled and giggled some. She took one more smoke before walking away into the night.