Wednesday Write-in #25 @ CAKE.shortandsweet
Prompts: junk :: captivity :: edible :: sombre :: full moon
When Marko got out a full moon was shining its somber light down on the cityscape before him. The world wasn’t the same and he knew it. The city was cold. The good stuff had receded into the shadows in the face of all the overcrowded junk and it made him sad.
He’d been gone a long time.
It wasn’t long after Marko got out that he wanted to go back in. And it wouldn’t be hard for someone like him to do it in such little time. He was the kind of person that could operate with however little space you gave him.
He was dynamic.
But when he got to a payphone his woman urged him to the pub and the pub was full of friends and the friends were smiling for him. So Marko set aside his plot for quickly filling the empty spaces inside and took a drink for himself, tried to relax. His woman and his friends were Russians and Poles from the southwest side and some of them had been in too.
Some were on their way.
“Na zdrowie,” they said, slapping him on the shoulder. “Welcome home.”
Marko didn’t have time to think about it all again until long after sunrise on the following day.
And for the first time in a long time Marko slept long enough to sleep it off. And for the first time in a long time he woke up next to a woman.
“Everyone is so glad to have you back,” she murmured sleepily. “I’m so glad to have you back.”
He wanted to ask her about all that had eaten at him while he was gone and that ate at him still like a sliver of glass in the skin but he couldn’t bring himself to it. She was too warm, the light in the room too serene.
He wanted to slip out quietly but the morning was too calm.
“I haven’t slept like that in two years, Katya.”
She moved in close and he closed his eyes and forgot what he wanted to ask her, maybe forever.