“Captivate them” he whispered. I looked at the guests, I looked at the piano, I foresook the avant-garde.
“Apocalypse owes me one” Fuck yeah.
“Jelly!?” … “Jelly!?!” she said.
“Yes” … “”Jelly.” he replied.
“I think egg-shell blue is the best colour for a mug.”
“Oh, you’re that type of person are you?”
They held their conversation casually while Frank writhed around on the floor in the background. He’d got himself into some kind of a mess and appeared to be wearing a gimp suit and a pair of chinese fingercuffs with a celebration bow mounted on his forehead, although the material didn’t look right and it was difficult to believe it was anything other than elaborately folded bin bags. Either way, the conversation continued.
He broke the mirror in the morning. She started to pack that afternoon.
“But baby!” he cried.
“What’s the point?” she said.
I must break this bedlock.
The problem was that I’d known it was coming. His face was close to mine, his mouth spitting words into my ear as I looked out over the lake. I can’t now recall a single word he said. I’m not sure I understood at the time. It wasn’t important. Perhaps I was thinking of something else, the Victorian legacy of landscape architecture perhaps, they don’t have parks like this anywhere else in the world.
The headbutt was supposed to be a surprise. It wasn’t. But what was was that I replaced my face with a stationary fist. It was unnecessary to contribute further to the blow. He put enough into it himself. I don’t believe I had the intention when I arrived, the possibility would’ve been fantastic, unreal. But there it is, it happened.
The word spread fast and afterwards, as I walked around the lake, they were all there, ranged along the benches with their entourage, dressed only in black. They’d come to pay their respects, to say goodbye to the dead man walking.
Craig took three pills and drank for several hours, he then stole a bottle of gin, captured the eye of certain girl and went looking for a hot-tub. He found one, but the water was lukewarm.
“Me!? Racist!? Homophobic!?” said Lee “I’ve got a black lesbian porno at home and I fucking love it.”
Tim had no rejoinder.