Clockwork Dolls by R.W. Whitefield

Author:R.W. Whitefield [Whitefield, R.W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, Gay
ISBN: 9781622340620
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing
Published: 2012-09-20T00:00:00+00:00

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After the bar shut, they made their way by cab to Dave’s flat where the drinking continued. Dave, if he’d been on his own, would have dived straight into the whisky bottle, but with Maggie there, he made do with wine.

“Come on, Dave. Tell me. There’s something bothering you,” Maggie said. They were sitting side by side on a sofa. Dave had gone quiet again, almost sullen. He drank quickly, finishing a large glass of wine in one gulp and pouring himself another. He laughed hollowly, but didn’t reply, just took another swig of wine.

Maggie pressed on.

“It’s to do with your question, isn’t it? I saw the look on your face when Jane mentioned it.”

Dave sighed heavily.

“It’s just all this Cosmos shit. I can’t believe there’s anything in it.”

“But you’re starting to wonder?” Maggie said quietly.

Dave nodded.

“Now I’m starting to wonder. I’m starting to wonder whether I got my friends killed.”

“What do you mean?”

“Remember,” Dave said defensively. “I was drunk when I wrote it. Drunk and angry.”

“You were angry with Jim all right. What did you wish…that he really did have a pole up his ass?”

“I could handle that,” Dave said.

Maggie laughed loudly, trying to lighten the mood. “Whoaa! There’s an image I don’t need in my mind.”

She didn’t even get a smile in reply. Dave was lost in his thoughts, staring blankly at the wall opposite them.

“Frank and Liz are dead. And it’s all my fault,” he said, barely above a whisper. “That stupid fucking note I wrote to the Cosmos.”

“What did you ask for?” Maggie said.

“I can’t remember the exact words. But it was something about taking us away from everything to save us from our own stupidity.”

Maggie got to her feet, agitated.

“And you got your envelope back. Didn’t you?”

Dave looked sheepish.

“I found it in my pocket when I got back from Jim and Jane’s. I had a sore jaw, I needed more booze, and I figured you’d planted it on me, to teach me another lesson. I ripped it up into little bits and threw it away.”

“What did you do with the bits?”

Dave kept drinking, pouring the last glass from the bottle.

“They’re in the waste paper bin. Or rather they were. I put it out this morning and…”

But Maggie had already left, hurrying out of the door.

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