By Alexandra Riera
© 2005 Alexandra Riera
ďAnother puff. Thatís all and then Iíll stopĒ Vera said as she laid back on her coloured cushions and inhaled deeply once again as she held tight a sports bag.
Her room was a concoction of mixed colours that were supposed to be a mural from one of her last lovers. He had painted the walls while she had danced for him half naked drinking from a bottle of champagne. The sight of her excited him so much that half way through his artistic work he would suddenly stop, grab the bottle from her hand and throw it at the wall. Then he would make love to her on the floor or against the wall.
They had met at a friendís party in the industrial side of town. The party was quite normal but for the different party that went on down in the basement. It had a sign at the entrance that read: ďThe DenĒ. She hadnít dared go down at first worried that it might be full of weirdoes. Her friend was notorious for knowing people from all sorts of walks but in the end curiosity got the best out of her and she ventured down the stairs slowly with a glass of harmless punch in her hand so as not to look out of place.
The atmosphere was thick with smoke and everybody was seated in different of soft cushions on the floor. A different music was playing from the one at the main party. It was more mellow and alluring.
She was about to turn back when a smiling face greeted her.
ďGreat to see you, you must be Vera, Natachaís friend. Right?Ē He greeted her as he handed her something that looked like a crumpled cigarette.
Vera took the cigarette as it was the only way to avoid shaking hands with that male specimen since she was holding a glass with her other hand.
ďYes. Thatís right.Ē
ďIím Victor, by the way. Why donít you sit down and make yourself confortable? Itís much nicer here than upstairs.Ē
Somehow she found herself sitting next to that man and chatting avidly as if she had known him all her life. Soon they were kissing and hands started searching hungrily for each other. Her head was spinning but she felt good and at ease. When she tried to get up a while later, a pain shot up in her stomach and she had to run back upstairs to find a bathroom. Victor followed her and locked himself up in the bathroom with her.
He held her head as she was being sick and after using some mouthwash to take the bitter taste in her mouth away they kissed and made love in the bath.
They left the party shortly afterwards and instead of taking her home, Victor took her to his room in a shared flat.
That was the start of a stormy relationship that was to last only two weeks. Just enough time to loose her job as a cashier at the local supermarket and be banned from her own house.
He had been great at first. They were forever making love, drinking, smoking and having fun, she hadnít had a care in the world until one day she found herself waiting for him. He had told her he had gone to get more champagne and it was only the following morning that she realised that he hadnít come back to her. Two days passed in fretting and smoking. She pretended that every time she blew out smoke from her mouth it was like blowing soap bubbles that had a little unicorn in them. Soon she saw the whole room filled with white, pink and light purple unicorns that could fit in the palm of her hand. She played hide and seek with them to pass the time and sometimes she even pretended that she was one of them. She got to the point that there were so many unicorns that there wasnít any space left for her in the little room so she decided to go outside.
Reality hit her like a brick. The sun seemed to shine directly on her and people ignored her as she walked down the street. A youth pushed her onto the floor trying to stop her getting ran over by a bus as she was about to cross the street.
She laid motionless on the floor for what must have seemed hours to her and when she got up she resolved to leave this life forever.
Vera went back to the little room she had shared with the painter and packed her things in an old sports bag. She sat on one of the coloured cushions and as she lit another smoke, she told herself that it was going to be her last one.
© 2005 Alexandra Riera