Day Two Hundred and Ninety Six: Every Day Horror

Here’s a nice wee bit of flash fiction by one of Glasgow’s finest writers, James Kelman. It’s called ‘Acid’ and all rights belong to the author. It’s truly brilliant.

In this factory in the north of England acid was essential. It was contained in large vats. Gangways were laid above them. Before these gangways were completely safe a young man fell into a vat feet first. His screams of agony were heard all over the department. Except for one old fellow the large body of men was so horrified that for a time not one of them could move. In an instant this old fellow who was also the young man’s father had clambered up and along the gangway carrying a big pole. Sorry Hughie, he said. And then he ducked the young man below the surface. Obviously the old fellow had had to do this because only the head and shoulders – in fact, that which had been seen above the acid – was all that remained of the young man.

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