Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Knock knock

There was a sharp knock at the door, which made Julie jump. She placed her cup carefully on the coaster sat in the middle of the coffee table, in amongst the magazines and torn envelopes, and strode towards the door.

Usually, she would check the spy hole, but a second knock caused her to forget her security procedures. London was not the place the media made it out to be. It was safe, she thought. It was safe.

Luckily, the chain was still on from the night before. This gave Julie time to react as the first blow from an unseen assailants shoulder crashed against the door. She shock had caused Julie to stumble back, catching the back of her legs on the coffee table. She fell, hard. Her cup sloshed coffee over the papers on the table. It would stain, but that would be the least of her problems.

The door didn’t last long, wood splinters cascading across the polished floor of the apartment.

It was safe, London, that was Julie’s mantra as a shadow fell across the room. She had no time to scream before a hand pressed across her mouth.

When she woke two hours later, Ray had his arm curled over her midriff. She moved away from him, rubbing her wrists where the ropes had cut a little too deep. She liked this fantasy, playing it out again and again never bored her and Ray was always up for the decadence of the scenario. He had never once said no to her requests.

She looked back at him sprawled on the bed, the covers just keeping him decent. She smiled, remembering the first time she had picked him up in the bar down town. He had always been pliant. For her. Julie wondered if he had always been this way or if the show was for her alone.

The kitchen was its usual mess of dirty cups, plates overflowing with tea bags, mouldy food. The sink had long disappeared beneath the grime of city living. Julie never threw anything away. Julie never cleaned. She found a cup, flicked on the kettle and wiped away the green scum around the cup’s lip with a tissue. Some remained, but she took no notice. As long as nothing was floating, Julie would drink from anything. Ray didn’t seem to mind; Julie certainly didn’t.

She heard him stir in his sleep, peeped her head around the door frame to see if he wanted a coffee. But, he was still fast asleep, a faint wheeze as his breath left his body, just before his lungs sucked up another gulp of air. She let him sleep.

To be continued...

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