The Takers and Keepers by Ivan Pope

Author:Ivan Pope [Pope, Ivan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781838057923
Publisher: Bookline & Thinker
Published: 2021-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

He came to on the couch in Roger’s flat, covered in a big heavy piece of material. He was wearing underpants, T-shirt and socks. He swung his legs off the couch and stood unsteadily, his bladder pressing upon him with its urgency. He felt his way around the walls and into the short corridor, and a grey light.

At the toilet he stood streaming piss, small, sicky shivers running through him. He steadied himself with an outstretched hand on the wall and he knew that if he pissed for any longer, he would throw up where he stood.

Finally, it was over. He straightened up and turned slowly around. The woman, Alicia, stood there in the hallway, in the dim grey light, colourless and naked, her small breasts and black slash of pubic hair exposed in the early morning light. He stared at her, feeling the huge sadness and unreachable fear welling. Then he turned unsteadily and lurched past her, back onto the couch where sleep quickly took him again.

He woke to find her knelt in front of the couch, her mouth around his dick, working the flaccid flesh. He pushed her away and turned his back.

Blackness. Morning.

Allen woke with the dawn light and the usual hangover, and could not return to the void of sleep. He looked around the flat. His jeans were folded neatly on a chair. He had no idea who had put him to bed. Probably Roger, he thought, more likely that woman, Alicia. In the unfamiliar flat he slowly worked himself upright and shuffled across the room to the kitchen. It was clean and tidy, every surface wiped down. Copious glasses and mugs sat in a cabinet. He was used to waking up in filthy flats filled with a jumble of dirty crockery – this one was a pleasure, if anything with a raging hangover could be described as such. Finding a glass, he filled it with water and drank deep. The water had an unfamiliar tang, something chemical but not too unpleasant. He wanted his co-codamol, his headache pills, something for this ache, but knew he’d forgotten to bring any with him. That was par for the course, never the thing you wanted when you wanted it.

Finding his way back over to the sofa where he’d spent the night, he looked for his watch and found it stuffed under a cushion. He lay back full length and closed his eyes, willing sleep to return. Nausea swept over him again and again, but just as he thought a dash to the toilet was becoming inevitable, he unexpectedly lapsed into sleep.

When he woke again, Roger was sitting in an armchair at the foot of the sofa holding a cup of tea. He nodded down to the floor and said, ‘I made one for you.’

Allen’s phone rang. He scrabbled around for it in his trouser pocket. Emily. Desperate not to sound hungover, he tried out his voice for the first time that day. She was unhappy with him for not ringing again the previous night.

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