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    No Home In This World
    No Home In This World
    No Home In This World
    Ebook62 pages51 minutes

    No Home In This World

    By Kevin Crowe

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFly on the wall poetry
    Release dateJun 12, 2020
    ISBN9781913211219
    No Home In This World

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      No Home In This World - Kevin Crowe

      THE ROOTS OF THEIR RAISING

      1.

      Tom saw her standing at the bar from across the dance floor. He weaved his way through the dancers and stood next to her, apparently intent on getting the barman’s attention. He turned to her saying: You could die of thirst here.

      She sighed. That’s a crap pick-up line. She turned away from him and took a sip of her drink. All he could see of her was her shoulder-length, curly ginger hair, which was what had attracted him in the first place. She turned around, her cold green eyes seeming to pierce him. You staring at me? she asked.

      Sorry. He tried a tentative smile. Would you like a drink?

      She shrugged. Dry white wine. She turned to the bar and raised a finger. Immediately, a barman came running. Another one of these, she said. Pointing to Tom, she added: He’s paying.

      Tom ordered the same for himself, fiddled in his pocket for some money, paid the barman and, turning to her, said: Cheers. I’m Tom. What’s your name.

      Gail. Not that it’s any of your business.

      Cheers, Gail. Are you always this friendly?

      Crap chat up lines, and sarcy to boot. She took a sip of her wine. Thanks for the drink.

      That’s okay. Sorry about the smart-arse comment.

      God! Have you always been a doormat? She sounded exasperated. I insult you. You buy me a drink. I insult you again. You apologise. Jeez, I’ve only known you five minutes and already you’re irritating the shit out of me.

      Sorry. Look, can we start again? Tom felt himself blushing.

      She started giggling. Your face is as red as my hair. He went even redder. You’re not going to be a cry baby, are you?

      Tom shook his head. No, you’re safe. I’m always blushing like a schoolboy. But it’d take more than a ginger nut to make me cry.

      What the fuck! How dare you?

      She went to slap him, but he grabbed her wrist before her hand could make contact with his face.

      So it’s okay for you to take the piss out of me, but when I turn the tables you don’t like it. Enjoy your drink. He let go of her wrist and made to walk away.

      Hold on, she called after him. He turned round. Look, she said, sorry and all that. It’s just that, shit, this is embarrassing: I’ve been stood up. She finished her drink. You’re right, she said, let’s start again. And this time I’ll get you a drink.

      They spent the evening together. Then they spent the night together. Next morning, he cooked her breakfast. Gail turned out to be every bit as fiery as their initial meeting suggested. Normally placid, Tom soon discovered the only way to survive was to fight back, and even their love-making sometimes resembled a battlefield. They argued over everything: whose turn it was to cook or clean, what music to play or TV programme to watch, which pub or restaurant to go to, whether to go out or stay in.

      One night, they couldn’t agree whose flat to go to. They were both adamant they needed to be in their own space, and they were both equally sure they should spend the night together. In the end, no decision was made, so for the first time in over a month they slept apart. Not that either of them got much sleep.

      Tom was unable to settle: lying on one side, then on the other, then on his back. He tried reading, but couldn’t concentrate. He kept looking at the clock, surprised at how little time had passed. He heard the doorbell and tried to ignore it. When his mobile phone rang he gave in, picked it up and asked who it was.

      For Christ’s sake open the door, I’m freezing out here.

      He let Gail in. I couldn’t sleep, she said.

      Neither could I.

      Ha! If you hadn’t been so bloody pig-headed, we could both be asleep in my bed.

      "Or asleep in mine. Come

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