The moment the aeroplane's tyres hit the runway, my phone is out and I'm looking for a car to take me to the French Quarter. I breeze through the airport with my carry-on bag, grab a coffee on the way and head towards the agreed meeting point in record time. When I step through the … Continue reading September 23 – Close (3)
With a soft thud the used condom lands in the bathroom bin. I wash my sticky hands and splash some cold water on my face. I risk a quick look into the mirror. What am I even doing here? Meaningless sex with a stranger is... well... exactly what it says on the tin. It is … Continue reading September 23 – Gone (2)
The moment I step through the velvet curtain, the outside world is muffled. It's like walking through a veil between worlds that divides reality and fantasy. In here I'm no longer Rashid Chaudhury, Talamasca agent. In here I'm plain old Ray Evans, trying to get laid. The voices inside the 'Ash & Oak' are more … Continue reading September 23 – Almost (1)
Have you ever seen a supernova? Not in person, obviously, but on TV maybe? A supernova is the very explosive death of a star. Like the big, massive kinds, not small ones like our Sun. At the end of its life cycle, a star runs out of fuel, and gravity just takes over. It implodes … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (1)
Something wakes me. It's not a dream. Not one of my nightmares anyway. Was it a noise, maybe? It's a nice kind of waking up. Like slowly drifting back into consciousness from a land of cotton candy. I keep my eyes closed, trying to stay afloat in the realm of dreams while my body is … Continue reading First Times – Sam (6)
The moment Rashid’s mouth finds mine, something erupts between us. Everything we barely held back comes pouring out at once. My arms lock around his neck, crashing me against him like I can’t stand another inch of space. We kiss like we’re starving – urgent, heated, breathless. My hips arch into his, desperate to close … Continue reading First Times – Sam (5)
There’s no reply, and I don’t hear a sound from the inside. For a moment I think I have the wrong door. Or maybe Rashid gave me the wrong address. On purpose? But no, the concierge didn’t contradict me when I said I’m here to see Mr Chaudhury, room number 16. Then the door suddenly … Continue reading First Times – Sam (4)
I hear my front door slam shut, and I'm left alone. All alone. Rashid is gone. I feel numb. It's over. I broke us. Rashid is gone. I felt numb before, but this is different. Rashid is gone. Before, there just wasn't anything in me. Now I know what it feels like to have something, … Continue reading First Times – Sam (3)
When I get up, Rashid seems to be still asleep. I sit down on one of my counter stools and sip a glass of water. I glance at Rashid, who is lying on his stomach, duvet abandoned by his side. My side. Rashid undressed before going to bed, but he’s still wearing his boxer briefs … Continue reading First Times – Sam (2)
“Hello? Is this Wendell Dupree?” “Yeah,” I answer a little sleepily. “Who is this?” I don’t recognise the number. Something European is all my brain can make out. “Yeah, this is Sam Barclay, Rashid’s boyfriend. He asked me to call this number in case anything happened to him.” I’m suddenly wide awake. Dearest gentle… Oh, … Continue reading First Times – Sam (1)
Daughter of Gallifrey 
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