Shatter the Bones
“‘What? Do I look like your fuckin’ mother?’ Its face was half fur, half scar tissue, the skin twisted into a permanent sneer.
Logan sneaked a look at the fridge. ‘I don’t know where it is.’ A smile. Not a nice smile, an I’m-going-to-bite-your-fucking-face-off smile… ‘You better hope that’s—’ The bear’s tummy started singing. ‘Shite…’ ‘Jenny’s toe has to go back in the fridge.’ Logan blinked. Darkness. Blink. The pale green glow of the alarm-clock-radio turned the bedroom monochrome. The room ha...d a funky, spice-garlic-and-bleach post-coital smell, socks and pants thrown about the place like a Roman orgy.
‘Urgh…’ Did the Romans wear pants under their togas?
His mobile was ringing.
‘Bloody…’ It took two goes to grab the thing.
Samantha grumbled and shifted in her sleep, mouth open just enough to expose the tip of her tongue and her top teeth. A snort. Smack, smack. Mumble.
Logan stabbed the button. ‘What?’ Yawn. He ground his right fist into his eye socket.MoreLess
Logan sneaked a look at the fridge. ‘I don’t know where it is.’ A smile. Not a nice smile, an I’m-going-to-bite-your-fucking-face-off smile… ‘You better hope that’s—’ The bear’s tummy started singing. ‘Shite…’ ‘Jenny’s toe has to go back in the fridge.’ Logan blinked. Darkness. Blink. The pale green glow of the alarm-clock-radio turned the bedroom monochrome. The room ha...d a funky, spice-garlic-and-bleach post-coital smell, socks and pants thrown about the place like a Roman orgy.
‘Urgh…’ Did the Romans wear pants under their togas?
His mobile was ringing.
‘Bloody…’ It took two goes to grab the thing.
Samantha grumbled and shifted in her sleep, mouth open just enough to expose the tip of her tongue and her top teeth. A snort. Smack, smack. Mumble.
Logan stabbed the button. ‘What?’ Yawn. He ground his right fist into his eye socket.MoreLess
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