Monday June 25, 2018
from an e-mail
Mike makes eyes at me across the bar and my stomach drops. Am I going to shit my pants?! FUCK. I go to the bathroom. Pull down my shorts. All good. All safe.
“Why are you so weird around him?” Bec asks and I just hit her on the arm a bit harder than usual.
“Hey Alison, how’s it goin’?” Why does he come here? Why does he do this? Why is he here? Take. Me. Away. I vacate my body and I fly above us and I see how I’m sweating in every crevice and he’s salivating and we’re both remembering.
“When do you go back to London?”
“Not until August… We still got time…”
“You never had my time – “
“I beg to differ – “
Bec comes over and all she heard was the “fuck” part she didn’t hear the rest she didn’t hear the thunder.