![]() ![]() There was the afternoon, the tops of the trees, the sky. ![]() 'Look at that!' he said as light flooded the room. He walked over to the window and opened the curtains. They'll watch The X Factor, then they'll watch Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? After that, Cal will have a bath and go to bed and Dad'll drink beer and smoke until it's late enough for him to sleep. Dad'll have the lottery ticket and Cal will have chosen the numbers and they'll sit in front of the TV and eat dinner from trays on their laps. There'll be mash and cabbage and onion gravy too. It's gone a funny colour - red and charcoal all at once, like the day is bleeding out. Then I lie back down and look out at the sky. There's a pen, but no paper, so on the wall behind me I write, I want to feel the weight of a boy on top of me. I sit up and switch on the bedside light. You're beautiful' - exactly those words - as he undressed me. He'd wear white pants and he'd be so gorgeous I'd almost faint. He wouldn't speak much, but he'd be breathing hard as he took off his leather jacket and unbuckled his jeans. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he'd look at me the way boys do in films, as if I'm beautiful. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |