2009. a short story.



it was after the fireworks.

didn't hold her.
didn't touch her.
didn't kiss her.
didn't even look into her sweet eyes.



we walked a distance.
an hour and a half's worth of distance.
didnt quite reach our desination.


queued at mcdonalds.
whilst she waited round the bend.


and what was there to greet me at the very start of this brand new year?


a cute young thing with raven black hair and oriental eyes, big wide pretty mouth, and scarlett red lips.
sex in a figure hugging, wholesomely virginic, Greek goddessy white dress, brazenly short at the hems, carefreely flowy and yet, tenaciously tight in all the right places.


with her,
a six foot five. hazel eyed. dirty blonde. alcohol breathed. shallow headed. white boy.


they locked lips.
traded disease ridden infectious saliva.
moaned sweet nothings.
retched of vileness.


and so i vomited.


xxx

happy new year.