The Floor Tasted Like...
Friday, 08 September 2023
THE FLOOR TASTED LIKE chocolate cake, and there was a smell of lager in my nostrils. I was comfortable, waking up from a restful sleep. How was I on the floor though?
Other sensations announced themselves. My cheekbone hurt. It was on fire actually.
I started to unpeel myself from the floor. People were crowding around, concerned. He was standing over me, fists clenched.
How had he known? We'd been so careful. So very careful, and he'd never noticed a thing.
Someone was trying to reason with him. She was weeping.
'I guess I deserved that,' I said as I stood and faced him. 'How long have you known?'
He lunged at me. Two others tried to restrain him.
I held up my hands. 'No need.' I said. 'It was pretty much over anyway.'
I read hurt on her face. What did I care? It had got too intense. Too complicated.
It was time to leave.
Posted: 08/09/2023 10:20:42
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