Kelly + Victor by Niall Griffiths

Author:Niall Griffiths [Griffiths, Niall]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Love Stories, Fiction, Women's Fiction, Romance, Sexuality, Relationships, Chick-Lit
ISBN: 9781448113354
Publisher: Random House
Published: 2011-10-29T23:00:00+00:00

Which I mean in general terms; I’m not comin down now, like, I mean that line of beak has well worn off but I slept well last night an nearly all of the last few days’ bingeing has left me now. I don’t feel bad at all. Certainly not bodily; in fact I feel quite healthy, healthy an strong, especially with Victor here by me but he seems a bit distant an worried about something so in the lift as it sucks us down to the basement I kiss him once on the lips, just a quick peck, like, his full an soft lips an reach up to stroke the back of his neck with me fingernails an then drag me palm across his face an unable to stop meself I clutch his neck, squeeze slightly, feel his pulse bump against me palm an his muscles tense, I’m starin at his mouth I wanner see it fall open in helpless ecstasy how I wanner squeeze, crush, pulp choke pummel squeeze –

The doors slide open an I let go of him an leave the lift. Got a bit fuckin carried away, there, Kel. Me heart is thuddin but it slows as I step into the cool green gloom of thee aquarium, the driftin shapes an shadows, the delicate tinklin sounds of drippin an bubbling water. Like stepping under the sea an bein able still to breathe. Like a dream down here it is. I love it. So many times I’ve spent hours down here on me own, just staring.

There’s three little kids standin on tiptoe to peer into a tank. One of them’s shoutin that he can see a crab but another one’s tellin him that it’s just a stone. Thee make me feel good, ther excitement, ther enthusiasm. I think of the feel of Victor’s neck, strong an muscled, an go over to the conger eel tank. Victor’s standin behind me, rubbin his neck. I wave him over.

—Comen see the conger eel. Big feller. Spends most of his time under that big rock in the middle but sometimes he sticks his head out. Keep lookin.

No show. Just the rocks an pebbles an wavin weed. A couple of prawny things pickin across the floor, such fragile tiny claws. I glance sideways at Victor an thee expression of sadness on his face is so strong it almost rocks me back on me heels. He doesn’t notice anything, he’s evidently lookin down deep into himself, his face twitchin as if he’s thinkin of somethin that actually physically upsets or stings him, so to distract him from whatever it is he’s thinkin of I tell him somethin that I personally find deeply comfortin an peaceful, hopin that he will too, that these fish an prawns an things don’t care about the date, they’ve got no conception of it, all thee wanner do is eat an swim no matter what time it is. That the most important thing to them is stayin alive, an if that’s all there is to worry about then .

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