Gloves

 

Q: “you have no manners, M.”

M: “I didn’t think I needed them for this task. I took care of delivering it as you said. No manners mentioned.”

Q: “impudent as you are you’re looking cuter.”



The doctor was found in his office, no wounds, and no blood. It all went very clean for the coroners. A two-circle burn on the neck suggested science-fiction tales. But it was as real as it gets.



The office was filled with the unusual murmurs. Side looks were given to every dark corner and the lamps were to their full lighting. It was amusing to see Mike and Cheese going to the bathroom together. 

As usual I was the last to leave the building. In the dark of the hallways I wished I would have listened to those rumors better, to know what to expect. But as I reached my apartment I realized that would have been genuinely stupid. The bed squeaked under my pressure, reminding me to look for another bed the next day. Yes, the following day was a holiday, which meant a day off. Since the bed was not in a shape to insure a good sleep I would have to wake up early. With that thought I fell asleep.

It might have been the bed or it might have been the doorbell, but a jolt in my lower legs woke me up nearly twenty minutes later. That was not something that ever happened to me before so I was in a disliking state of shock. When my skin returned to normal after moments of massaging the doorbell rang again. Furiously even. 

“If we wouldn’t have lived in this mansion for so long I would have said it was possible, but history being as it is…”

“Certainly. I’ll be sure to take better care from now on. Thank you.”

I closed the door as she opened her mouth to say something more. The water had flowed from my bathtub into the rest of the bathroom and into the nearby rooms, as well as the downstairs neighbour. 

As soon as I cleaned everything up I reached for the phone, calling in the maintenance to see if any of the plugs were broken. For an hour and a half a massive old man we all called Dimitri checked and rechecked that they were functional. 

It was 3 am and I was not even close to feeling sleepy.



The silent Natalie asked me to meet her in the park for lunch. I had not slept since that neighbor woman woke me up so the light made me dizzy and she found me on the bench lost in a trance, looking at the sky. The clouds moved as slow as the eye could follow. Nothing came in their path but the blue depth. Perhaps she didn’t want to disturb me because she sat next to me, staring with what one might call innocent lustful eyes. That was an invitation for me to begin a little game. I closed my eyes and put my head on her legs. The crevasse between her thieves tickled my senses. While she was lost in shock of this completely new relationship (we had not been close even to the point of having a real conversation – she would sit and eat with me, after which she would talk about the weather, thing that would make me apologize for an abrupt departure back to the office), I caught some moments of good rest. And was as abrupt as always when I left her, still in shock. Not getting any sleep makes me turn for the worse. 



A rosy Natalie walked past me in the hallway. From that day she stopped having lunch with me. Not that I cared. I could enjoy my park bench alone.