Sunday 14 October 2012

The Weekend Continues


"You don’t remember, do you”?

He asked, when he was finally able to pull it together. An odd mixture of pity and mischief in his voice. I continued staring blankly, as he pulled up a chair, and sat next to me.

“Chantelle, I’m going to show you a photo, maybe that will help your memory”, he said, as he handed me his phone. I dropped it in shock. Not quite sure what was worse; the fact that he just called me Chantelle (this is not my name), or that the bikini- clad girl in the photo was actually me! Looking zoned out, with a foolish smile on my face.

Saturday 6 October 2012

The Weekend


Not quite sure what jolted me back to life; whether it was the chirrup of birds gossiping, the gentle beckoning of my guardian angel or Satan’s high pitched laughter of victory. My head was banging audibly, like I had switched brains with a rock star. I was hot, sticky and reeked of cigarette smoke.