![]() ![]() He embraced her, his sweat sea-salty, his body throbbing. But his hand grabbed at her arm, pulling her back inside. But then fear took her, and she made to cross the threshold. It was raining outside, and she hesitated. ‘Hide.’ And with that he yanked open the door. Then he looked away again, into a distance all of his own. He stared at her, his eyes seeming almost to recognise her. ‘They’re coming,’ he repeated, his voice a whisper now. Only two minutes ago, the most important decision in her life had been whether or not to dare a trip to the squat’s seething lavatory. ![]() ![]() The sweat trickled from his chilled rat’s-tails of hair. And she knew, too, that he had the makings upstairs in his bedroom. She’d seen him pretty strung out before, but never this bad. He had pushed her all the way to the front door now. She was at the top of the stairs, and he stumbled towards her, grabbing her by the arms, propelling her downstairs with unfocussed force, so that she feared they would both fall. He was shrieking now, frantic, his face drained of all colour. ![]()
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