The Gift
It was a mistake. I felt like crying. I couldn't. She'd gone without a word. I still held the gift I'd bought her. She hadn't even looked at it. Maybe my breath stank of alcohol. Maybe it was just me. The street was an alien place. I didn't belong. I walked. I drank. I smoked. I got angry. I still couldn't cry. I called her. Of course I did. She didn't answer. It was time. I'd be taking a big step. I knew that. But never again would I feel as alone as I did now. I dialled the...