I stood up. I was OK. I looked around the room and saw them. They were sleeping, Adam on the settee, James on a chair.
I felt my legs where they hurt. My tights were ripped and both my knees were skinned. My fingers came away bloody. The crotch of my tights hung torn between my legs where I hurt most. I was going to be OK.
The bastards! I couldn’t believe they had done this to me. The fuckin’ bastards! I couldn’t believe this had happened to me.
“I’m Adam,” he’d said. “Pleased to meet you.”
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‘Never Ever’ was published in the anthology ‘Breaking the Skin: Twenty-First Century Irish Writing Volume One – New Irish writing’ from Black Mountain Press.
Sadly, the anthology is out of print.
James Meredith 