Dirt under my nails, and a gash along my forearm.
Tomorrow I can wash it off in the…
“Back again, Mike?”
A familiar voice.
It’s her.
My heart lodges in my throat.
“Mark,” I say quietly. “My name’s actually Mark.”
“Uh huh.”
“Please don’t hurt me.”
“Love, I’m not gonna hurt you.”
I turn slowly to face her.
The light shines brightly in my eyes.
Moths circle around the bulb, seeking warmth as much as I do.
“Wanna tell me why you're nicking one of my tablecloths?” she asks. “Off for a midnight picnic?”
the eleventh chapter
MARK
Fixing my eyes on the linen stacks, I trace a finger down the fabric to calm myself.
Beth is leaning in the door frame, waiting for an answer.
Up close, her hair smells of the same shampoo I used to share with my mum.
The shampoo I will share once again, now that I’ve sealed my fate.
Because I’m trespassing.
I’m a thief.
Naturally she’ll call the cops.
And the police will take me somewhere far worse than any prison.
A prison of a different kind.
One with fists and belts to greet me, as soon as the door has closed.
A familiar hell, at least.
A prison with blankets, and occasionally food.
A chance to hug my mum goodbye before I try to hitch a ride all over again.
Next time I’ll bring something warm to wear.
