Some Days it is Better to Stay in Bed (Part2)

Would this headache never let up? How
was I to know she was the host's
girlfriend. One minute I've got a grin
from ear to ear, like the cat that ate
the canary, the next I'm flying through
the air and out the door. I didn't even
have time to tuck myself in and zip up.

When I hit that concrete footpath I was
sightless for many minutes. My nose was
clogged from all the blood and I think
it was broken. Felt all squishy when I
touched it.

I didn't like the streets at night.
They were poorly lit and one never knew
what could be hiding in the shadows. As
I walked along a silly thought popped
into my head. How would it sound if I
had diamonds on the soles of my shoes?
Would I produce a metered rhythm? Stupid
the thoughts that run through your mind
so early in the morning.

As I passed a particularly large area
of shadows two fat toads stepped out.
Not real toads of course but if you can
imagine Toad of Wind in the Willows and
them make him look demented that is what
they appeared like. I couldn't help it,
I burst out laughing.

They both snarled and came at me. This
time I was not going to get done over.
Before they came anywhere near me I was
off and running like a startled rabbit.
My thought processes might be a bit
simplistic, but, a fit seventeen year
old and two old fat toads, no contest.
Thank God I could see them dropping
further and further behind.

I would not even be in this predicament
if it wasn't for you. We'd been going
together now for, let me think, must be
close on two years. We even talked about
getting married one day. Then you go and
do this. With George of all people.

Candy told me that you had done that, but
how could you? At first I didn't want to
believe. I even had a fight with them
defending you, but then I saw you with my
own eyes. You were with George, in what the
books call, a very compromising position.

When you saw me you paled and tried to
disentangle yourself. Stupid George just
stood there with his pants around his
ankles. It took him a while to realise what
was going on. I can forgive most anything,
but not this.

I walked away vowing that I would never
again let myself be hurt like this. That's
when I heard about the party. Best way to
get over you. Drink you right out of my soul.

I can see there is someone sleeping on my
doorstep. Who the blazes is this? What are
you doing here? You have hurt me enough and
I cannot take anymore. Quietly I turn around
and keep walking.
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Posted: Apr 2013

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trurorob
Not a bad story Steve, keep going
Rob
Poetnumber1
You haven't lost your touch at all Steve.Thanks for the laugh and interesting story my friend.cheers
shadow1950
I really enjoyed both parts Steve a masterful pen
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steve1223
Thank you trurorob

cheers
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