Gravel Path Leads To Nothing

There’s a musky smell of cigarettes and old perfume on a lonely park bench in the middle of September. As her hair dances in the bitter wind, her chapped lips bleed from the night before. Her blood shot eyes drape over the muddy spit stained jeans, as she reminisces on the night before.

I lifted the beer can up to my broken lips, as the beer trickles over the cuts it stinks, as I take in a gasp in shock. “Fuck,” I mumble under my breath as I lift my dirty sleeve and whip the excess from my burning lips. I sit there hunch backed leaning on my knees drinking at (I push back my sleeve to reveal a cracked watch) six fifty seven in the morning.As I feel the vibrations off my phone I dive into my pocket and fish it out, to read the screen “Vex” I stare at the name for awhile wondering. Then I quickly answer


“Heya, where are you? You just went off. You ok?” his voice questioning my motives

“I’m in the park,” I answer weakly “don’t comeā€¦” I m cut off by Vex saying

“Ill be right over”

As I shove the phone back in my pocket, I lift the beer can and fill my mouth with poison elixir, as my lips begin to burn again I hold them with my grubby sleeve. I look down the lamp lit path, as I see someone walking fast in a hoodie towards me.

But I notice as they come closer it’s a stranger as his face becomes a blur in my memory, I see a figure in the distance heading my way.

I try to stand, but I feel my legs strain under my weight and sit back down again. I lift my head and look down the path towards him.

Vex’s black hair swaying along with his momentum, as he lifts his head his eyes lock on mine as a smile slowly spreads across his pale face. As his lips begin to mould words “Found You,” he said smiling at me, I smile weakly back and fake a laugh

“Ha, yeah.” Vex slows down as he comes to sit next to me on the bench, his porcelain hands grasp around my beer can as I look at him, his face asks for a seep, and so my grip loosens as he swigs out of the can.

My eyes glaze back over to the floor. As silence hits us like a train. I feel his body close to my side. As his fingers slip down my thigh and finds its way into my hand, I feel the warmth throb through my palm.

Gravel Path Leads To Nothing

Jem Fade

Bideford, United Kingdom

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