It was late July, or possibly early August
I stared out of the window. I felt slightly sick.

The rain was falling harder than I can remember for this time of year. It hit the street and bounced back, droplets of water appearing like thousands of diamonds in the bright morning sun light which blazed through the breaks in the cloud.

The bedroom door slammed open, plaster dust bursting into the quiet air of my apartment as the chrome handle hit the wall. A dull thud reverberated as her bags hit the floor. I could hear the crunch of her heels, destroying the sanded floorboards I had spent so many hours preparing as she raced back into the bedroom to get more stuff.

I stared out of the window. I felt her pain.

I heard the latch on the main door click as she struggled to open it. I had never bothered to replace it in the three years we had been here. Her footsteps echoed down the hallway as she carried her bags to the taxi.

I stared out of the window. I felt a slight pang in my stomach for a love long since gone.

“You fucker!” She stood at the door, her sports bag in one hand, a pair of black stilettos in the other. I glanced at her and turned back to the window. The heel of her left shoe caught my cheek, I felt the skin tear as it bounced of the window, leaving a crack from the top right corner to halfway across the panel. The shoe must have caught my whiskey glass as it ricocheted off the window.

I stared out of the window. I felt a stinging from my cheek as the blood dripped slowly onto my shirt.

I looked to my left to see the remains of my glass lying on the floor and the 12 year old malt soaking into my carpet. Jagged shards of glass glistened in the harsh light.

I thought back to yesterday night. She was sitting at the bar when I came in. I ordered my usual beer and a manhattan for her. She drank it quickly while I sipped my drink and starred at the bottles reflected in the mirror. We made the usual small talk while she drank a second cocktail. When she turned to me I realised she must have been there all night. Her breath stank of vodka and her words were slurring.

I took her back to my room and lay her down on the bed. I guessed she would pass out until morning, but tonight she must have eaten or something as she reached out and grabbed my belt before I could leave her.

Her fingers fumbled at the buckle, I was surprised, she was never usually like this, she was normally snoring before I turned to pull the blinds. I stood there as she unzipped my fly, tugging on my boxer shorts.

I could feel her tongue flicking urgently at my glans. My breathing quickened as I swelled in her mouth, I still didn’t move. I couldn’t decide if this was taking advantage or not. By this time I was fully erect and she was slurping and sucking like a child on an ice cream. I couldn't hold off and erupted over her cheeks and chin.

The bedroom door swung open and Claire stood there open mouthed. “You fucker.” She turned and walked away.

I stared out of the window. I didn’t move.

Her mother, apparently sated, rolled over and slipped into unconsciousness.

I guess she must have still been there as Claire packed and left, I never saw her leave. I had been sitting at the dining table drinking whiskey ever since it happened.

I cringed slightly inside as the memories returned.

I stood up, walked to cupboard, retrieved a new glass and poured myself another large measure of whiskey.

I stared out of the window. I felt nothing.
(Bazongaloid, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 1:20, 12 replies)

Is it real?
Please don't crucify if it isn't, I am known to be astoundingly gullible. Probably not the best place to admit to that, but hey, I'm a trusting sort of bloke.
Ahem.
(idle insomniac enjoys listening to Sigur Rós at stupid hours, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 3:50, closed)

read his other posts.
that may help.
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 11:56, closed)

Has CharlesCalthorp
got a new username ?
( I_Was_Mordred, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 9:49, closed)

So if it was July or August,
why was there 'autumn sunlight'?
(Stu Moo winner of five nobble piece prizes, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 11:11, closed)

Doh!
Ok i'll edit it accordingly.

In my defence I had drunk two bottles of wine when I wrote it.
(Bazongaloid, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 11:28, closed)

Excellent piece of writing there Mr TheGeordie
*click*
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 11:33, closed)

you are so gay alex

( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 11:56, closed)

Am I the only one
who imagines these stories being read aloud in the soothing monotone of Max Payne?
(keyboardman, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 14:31, closed)

I imagine them read by al
his laughter echoing around my head in my dreams.

With his cute little grin.

And Bert's cock up his arse.
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 14:45, closed)

Bingo
Got it in one, MM!
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 11:59, closed)

me too
Max Payne FTW!

Although Morgan Freeman almost works as well.
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 10:57, closed)

LOL
lol!
(gabbar, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 14:05, closed)