A Simple Life
Written by: adycted
Now who the hell did he think he was, barging in at this time? Is there no sense of time, no manners that these city boys harbour?
“Dinner, by any chance?”
This is a home. There are rules! And am I just supposed to wait up each night?
“Uh… thanks, you’re a doll!”
Oh, now he smells of liquor too. Great! Wait till Mum is up and…
“Well, I’ll be off then.”
Oh Gawd! Some friends dad kept… and now we harbour this idiot son of his friend, from ‘NYC’. One fortnight is like a year! We’re simple folks - We like our timings, our TV dinners, our soaps. We like our tea time, our knitting. This is the exact kind of thing we don’t want. And then he comes so late from god knows where and he… Ughh, don’t shout so loud!!
“Hey, could you help me out with these clothes if you’re still up? I’d be screwed if I don’t sort…”
Anything to stop the shouting down the stairwell. Well, it is his last night. Ok… packed the jeans, shirt, pants… eww! Dirty undies! And would he just STOP coming my way? I can’t handle that breath… and that T-shirt. Is there no grammar rule you adhere to? What the heck is ‘Badder and baddest’? Whoa! What’s that sticky, bloody stuff on top? Sauce? Wine? Blood?
A whisper. “You smell awfully nice, you know.”
And you smell awful. Period. And you’re slurring. In my ear. Hey! Don’t go playing with my hair. It’s not like you notice me.
“Wait… I won’t hurt you, hmm?”
That smile. And that mouth. Oh please, stop. STOP.
“How old are you, anyway?”
Like it matters. Will you please shut up and NOT stop? Oh don’t stop. I can’t breathe, I… Oh that feels good too…Whaa..? OK. Umm… Uh!
What the heck, Mom always said to be gracious to guests.
And I did say I like it simple.