I couldn't remember falling asleep. One minute I was floating up in a dark night sky, running my fingertips over planets and stars, and then the next minute, that same sky became the insides of my eyelids. When they fluttered open, my buzzing phone was the first thing on my mind. Not because I cared about who was calling – I just wanted it to shut up.
"What?" I groaned into the phone.
I looked out across the deserted playground; lavender skies and moonlit blades of grass tickling my ankles. Ashley was passed out beside me, my empty bottle of vodka lying beside her, her mouth hanging open and drooling.
"Benji," she slurred into the phone. "Benji, why you such an asshole?"
I frowned, rubbing my eyes.
"Who is this?"
"It's me, asshole. What? You already forgot about me?"
"Who the hell is 'me'?"
"Lily!" She yelled.
Cars rumbled in the background, flying past, echoing across the line.
"Lily?" I asked. "Where are you?"
"Doesn't even fucking matter, you prick. You don't even – you don't even give a shit, do you?"
I sighed.
"How drunk are you right now?"
"Doesn't matter – nothing matters!"
"Just tell me where you are."
"No – fuck you!"
"I wanna meet you. Sort this out."
"And what if you can't – what if it's too fucked up?"
"We can sort it out if you would just tell me where you are."
"What if I don't want to?"
"I'll bring booze."
"West Cinema."
"Good. I'll be there in five."
© A.G. Travers 2015
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Charade
General FictionDo you think good people are capable of bad things? Vic and Benjamin think so... Victor Langley loves his daughter with all his heart, so when she's diagnosed with cancer, he knows he has to do everything to save her. He makes a deal with a rogue do...
