Sunday, December 30, 2007

About A Boy And A Stranger

9am. They awake, lying naked in bed.

Stranger: Bakit ang daming bote ng lube? [Why are there so many bottles of lube?]

Boy: You drank them because you said you were parched

Stranger: No, really. What happened?

Boy: (dismayed) You don't know?

Stranger: (smiles uncomfortably)

Boy: How much of what transpired do you actually remember?

Stranger: Uhmm... none?

Boy: (sighs then turns his back from the stranger)

Stranger: (hugs the boy, kisses his neck and says:) I'm kidding. I remember every word you said. Every moan. Every groan. And everything about you.


*may be fictional.