Friday 8 May 2015

The Right Swear Word



The alarm went off at the same time it did every day, and like almost every day I took a moment to will myself up out of bed and into the bathroom.

I was in my usual barely awake state that I exist in before my coffee, so when the gentleman in leather appeared in my shower, I was a little taken aback, as you could expect.

“Jesus Christ, what the fuck?” I let slip. I could just about make out his eyes narrowing behind his sunglasses.

“That blasphemy?”

“Uh… Yeah?”

“Athronges!” he said, before smacking a button and vanishing.

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