Catch the Sun


Click for soundtrack : Kula Shaker – Hey Dude

 

As the guitar riff tore the air, Sal swished the curtains wide and took a swig of vino from the plastic cup.

ALL I HAVE IS ALL I NEED, ENOUGH FOR LOVE
BUT NOT FOR GREED, YEAH!

“How you doing in there, Leece? I’m busting!”

HE SAID, “HONEY, GOLD, JEWELS, MONEY,
WOMEN, WINE, CARPET SHINE.”

The music was loud and Sal hopped her weight from one foot to the other in time, well-practiced movements working the straighteners through her hair.

“Smell the rose, Sal! The sweet, sweet rose!”

“Never mind the rose, Leece. I need a piss!”

ON CASTLE WALLS IN HEAVEN

Angie was once again proving that she could sleep through anything, having dozed off an hour ago, midway through texting the guy she’d spent most of yesterday evening with and half of today messaging.

WELL IF IT FEELS LIKE SUMMER
YOU’RE CATCHING THE SUN

Sally balanced a half-full cup of water on the pillow next to Angie’s head, ready to drop as soon as she moved. At the sound of the flushing toilet, she practically threw the straighteners onto the pile of cosmetics on the dressing table and pushed past as Lisa left the bathroom.

“Bloody hell, Leece. Doesn’t smell of sweet roses in here!”

“But Sal, you treat me LIKE A WOMAN WHEN I FEEEEL LIKE A MAAAAN!”

Lisa tightened her towel round her chest and took a running dive onto Angie’s bed. The cup shook but stayed put.

“Oy lovergirl. Is he bringing a friend out for me to play with tonight, or was I right and he’s just leading you on to get to me?”

ON FRIDAY NIGHT I’VE SEEN EVERYBODY
LOOKING FOR THEIR LITTLE BIT OF HONEY
TO ALLEVIATE THE PAIN

Angie looked up at her as if she hadn’t just been woken from a beachside dream by being jumped on from four feet away.

“You know I only ever had eyes for you, Leece. It’s your smell… it’s so… manly… like kebab-powered farts…”

Her phone wolf-whistled at her.

IF IT TASTES LIKE HONEY
DON’T SWALLOW IT ALL

She shoved Lisa onto the floor, who rolled into a foot-on-a-splayed-open-suitcase-air-guitar pose ready for the solo.

“Hey jude, don’t lean on me nan, cos I’m losin my erection and I’m too pissed to stand”

“Evenin’ handsome. Lisa wants to know if you’ve got a fit mate for her?”

“Needs to be much fitter than him, though! And taller.”

“Says he needs to be a basketball player cos she’s wearing five inch heels tonight.”

“YES!”

“And needs to be hung like a dog.”

“SHUTTUPANGELAMARIE! I SAID DONKEY!”

“At that second place we were at last night, yeah? Just down from the taxis… yep. See you at 9.

Sally came back in swinging an air guitar of her own and pulling her favourite rock face, trout-pout in full effect.

CATCH THE SUN

“Come on bitches. This town ain’t gonna paint itself.”

 

 

This piece inspired by an Elephant Words image originally posted at http://elephantwords.co.uk/2014/06/22/family-room/.

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