Page 9 - Nails

You are my companion
And I have come to be near
You are my love
And I have come to love here.

In the kitchen he filled the plastic bowl in the
sink and opened the window. An ant raced across
the sill.

Echo and the Bunnymen were sparing the
Cutter.

He crushed it with his finger.
The breeze of the day stroked his face as he
washed the dishes. But he still felt thick.
Thirteen pints at the pub, two cans of lager back
here, was a little too much after a day at the
garage. They'd got together straight after work and
had a bite whilst drinking. He didn't want to drink a
lot this lunchtime; otherwise he'd be really spaced
going around the shops. He loathed Saturday
shoppers at the best of times.
"Go for it, Kev."
He regarded the pint before him. A little drama
never hurt anybody. He'd drink the bastard under
the table any day. But down-in-one...?
And he'd lifted the pint, those years ago, and
emptied it. But he had not held it down... He had
not reached the loo. God, what a mess! What an
embarrassment! Ha! He'd taken the guy out a few
weeks later. Still...

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