Never Ever

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.”

*

 

 

‘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.



Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s