Salty Saturdays: Excuse Me
He visited her house on a Friday night, 3 out of 4 Friday nights.
Usually, she has prepared dinner and scented candles sparkle throughout the open space.
Only on Thursday night, she received a notification from her friend who was out shopping in Tesco!
A short video came through showing a handsome man, laughing and joking with a young boy. If they were the same age you would assume they were twins. With the age difference, you can assume they have some form of relation to one another.
The woman in the video picks up some plant-based milk and shows the man. He kisses her head and thanks her for wanting to try it out with him.
The clip ends with the little boy screaming, ‘DADDY! Can we have pancakes tomorrow for breakfast, again? Please!’
Last night he visited her house. Please remember that last night was Friday night.
Although she unlocked the door and let him in, she wasn’t particularly welcoming. She backed away from their usual 5 minutes of kissing on her doorstep. She strode into her kitchen and began to wash the dishes with some lemon-scented liquid.
He closed the front door and entered the kitchen.
Wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and kissed her along the right-hand side of her neck.
She was aroused. But annoyed. She dropped the sponge into the suds and dried off her hands. Walked away and into the living room, picking up a glass of red wine that was waiting close by the remaining contents of a red bottle of wine.
He asked if she was okay?
She looked at him and turned her head away. She reached for her phone and then pressed play on the video.
He recognised the voices and simple said, ‘excuse me, I need to use the loo.’
As he walked slowly up the stairs to the bathroom, he considered the following:
- Is the sex that good to deal with an argument and get back in her good books?
- Dionne is less stressful to deal with but has that fat cat all in the bedroom.
- Shannon is a great cook though and I love everything she whips up, especially for ME!
He reaches down to push the flush button, runs the tap briefly but doesn’t wash his hands.
Runs downstairs and leaves.
After finishing the last bit of wine, Shannon heads slowly upstairs in floods of tears. She enters her beautifully white bathroom and as she steps closer to the toilet, she feels her feet slide a little. She looks down and sees a large puddle of piss, with remnants all around the toilet seat, toilet lid and on the small white rug she has in the middle of the floor.
I’m currently in bed.
Body covered in coconut oil, toes dipped in avocado oil.
2021 has delivered so much already!
I’m forever thankful.
I feel my beautiful mind expanding.
I’m walking through my destiny.
The next stage is a tough one.
I’ll embrace it. I love my creative nature.
I’m currently in bed.
To read a book around 1000 this morning and by 1023 I had nodded off to sleep.
Such a boring read!
I’ve now woken up ravenous.
Time for lunch!
I was placed here.
I’m still growing.
They would like to participate in your event when they’re riding along for free.
They tag along right beside you when the attention is warm, and the vibe feels right. I guess I automatically become a log fire, lit and burning bright during the winter nights.
Until nothing but cold ash moves gently, like a man that just been shot five times in his right leg. Then pain is evident, but the blood eventually starts to curdle.
I know nothing.
I know that I know nothing.
I know you’re tired of thinking it.
They limp beside me in fake association when I call out for help. The dialogue translates into this:
Me: Help me!
Them: I’m here.
Me: The problem is…
Them: I’m here to help but I’ve just got to run home and turn off the oven. I’ll be right back!
11 days later
Them: Hey! Hope you’re well. I was just thinking about you.
Deep in the forests, they shaded life away from my existence.
Out on the open road, they would like to ride shotgun.
Far into the ocean heads are held underwater for a least 11 minutes.
Look up into the sky and watch me glide over my consciousness.
I’ve paused for 29 minutes.
Lingering around, thinking.
Our universe advises that I should trust you.
You were sent here to teach me patience.
To post something.
I’m posting now and backdating it.
The mighty power of technology.
The pulses zapping around.
Even the pain was fierce I remained silent.