Rumours of its demise, however, were greatly exaggerated, with a local action group fighting to save the formidable structure. Its concrete bulk, the protruding skeleton of some soon to be extinct creature of prehistory, continues to dominate the skyline here. The city courtrooms that cower in the shadows of the car park’s flanks, house the pros and cons of the argument, while the building itself holds its silence and sleeps, indifferent to the debate that will decide its very existence.
The quiet here is why I chose the top floor to squat in. The never opened restaurant building at the summit is the perfect place to bed down, more welcoming than the anti-sleep benches and the kickings waiting for me in the parks and precincts below. The view from here stretches for miles. I like to think I can see any threat approaching well before it arrives but I know that isn’t true.
They came a few nights back, pissed up and looking for something to torment. That’s why they brought the petrol can. I heard the car too late, tried to hide in the dark corners of the top park deck, but headlights soon found me. It didn’t take them long to surround me, shouting and lashing out with booted feet. Winded and kicked about, I tried to struggle but there were too many. I looked up at them, men from the town, suited up, they’d come straight from a club or pub, probably been knocked back by the ladies and figured a fight was too much trouble. I could see in their eyes they’d settled on GBHing some homeless guy and somehow, way up here where I thought I’d be safe, they’d found me.
I didn’t speak. Waste of time. I could see myself in their eyes; dirty fucking tramp, needs a kicking, taking fucking liberties, sleeping in the multi-storey, lowlife scum needs cleaning from the street.
"We gonna burn him or what?" said one, as he checked his watch. "I’m hungry and the chinky closes in half an hour."
They poured the contents of the petrol can over my clothes, leaving my face till last, laughing as I gasped for breath and sucked in only fumes. Through stinging eyes I made out the blurry glow of lighter flame.
"Fuckin’ do it," shouted one.
The others jeered and shouted as the lighter waved about in front of me. A grinding noise burst from the lower levels of the car park.
"Bloody place is gonna collapse. Let’s do this and get the fuck out of here."
The noise ground out a second time, this time shaking the floor. That’s when the screaming started. I wiped the petrol from my eyes and squinted, desperate to see what was happening. The lighter flame was gone and in front of me the car park seemed to be somehow swallowing my attackers. The concrete between their feet seemed to fold and crack and suck them in. They sank slowly into the floor screaming as the concrete somehow covered them. The car park floor rippled once more, the grinding noise playing out with the last of their screams. Beside me on the smooth park deck floor, the petrol can and the empty car was the only evidence of them left.
Most folks might have run at that and never looked back. I made my way back to the restaurant building and lay down on my sleep bag, wiping my eyes with an old t-shirt from my backpack. It was lying there, my heart still battering my chest, that I heard the singing. At least I think it is singing. It’s a kind of ringing sound, muted, like metal hidden deep inside something. That’s how they build these things isn’t it, steel reinforced concrete. It’s like the bones of this place are singing. Telling me I am safe. That I can rest here. Which I do. I lie here and listen and I pity the men who might come one day to knock this marvelous, brutal building down.
"The Car Park"
Copyright: © 2009 Dan Powell
Copyright: © 2009 Dan Powell
Dan Powell (almost exclusively) writes fiction of all shapes and sizes. When not caring for his two young sons as a full time homedad, he can be found at www.danpowellfiction.com
Spectacular piece of fiction. Loved the pacing and the perspective. Wow.ReplyDelete
Chilling images and very 'gotham' city like feel at the beginning. Love the way the car park is personified - twisting something cold and ugly into a protective space - guess to a homeless person protective spaces must seem different to mine, cosied up in front of a fire.ReplyDelete
Neat story arc in 1000 words
Brilliant Dan, thoroughly enjoyed it. Put me very much in mind of the old high-rise carpark overlooking Gateshead town centre, the one in that Michael Cane film, the name of which totally escapes me at the moment.ReplyDelete
You create the dystopian mood very well and provide an unexpected twist to the story. I really enjoyed it.ReplyDelete
Very cool. Add a few more entombed bodies that only the carpark knows where they are.ReplyDelete
This is a badass carpark, Dan! Great story.ReplyDelete
Fantastic! Brilliant, creepy atmosphere and I love the way you turn the car park into a character. I was gripped all the way through and I especially like the twist at the end.ReplyDelete
Loved this the first time and love it again. Totally awesome first line Dan. Top flash.ReplyDelete
was it 'get carter' Sam?ReplyDelete
very odd and unsettling, i loved it.
Most who tread the stairwell up the spine of the building are careful not to wake it
is great and i always try not to echo on the stairs of a car park in case there are druggies and muggers about so i really related to this line.
mind you, i know of a car park where prostitutes hang around on the stairwell, and it is for this reason why i always wear my tap shoes
Wow, great read. That's certainly a different kind of guardian angel. Loved it.ReplyDelete
Dan I almost stopped reading when they doused him in gasoline...but there was so much foreshadowing there that I knew he couldn't die. I'm glad I finished. I LOVE the building singing him to sleep.ReplyDelete
Thanks for the kind words, everyone.ReplyDelete
@Sam that was the Car Park that inspired this piece and it was featured in Get Carter - which is where I first saw it. The story spawned from some notes I made after watching it recently.
So glad folks seem to like this. I plan to return to this fictional car park at some point. There is more story here.
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