You know what I like about games?
The relationship between players is unlike anything else.
We express our desires in silence.
We seduce and are seduced.
We strip our opponent and ourselves naked.
But if the partner doesn’t reciprocate, it’s just a game.
“I’m a little. . .” he closes his eyes and waves his fingers slightly in the air, searching for words, “confused.”
A French accent slips into his speech — his self-control is failing him now.
“Can I come inside?”
The fog in his head hadn’t yet cleared from that endless night. He felt clammy, covered in his own sweat; he was hot, but at the same time cold. Gilles felt uneasy about this ride. About this man’s constant need to tell him something.
6 : 15 am .
early morning hours, when
the sun is still too shy to peak
out properly, hidden behind
the blanket of darkness that
still laid thick around him when
he first got in the car .
abandoned parking lot ,
nothing but the
…
Instead of answering, he looked at the stranger with a mad, agitated glint in his eyes.
“Something bad happened to me.”
His voice is strangely calm, though his hands are cut and shaking. He winces at the sharp sound of tires, glancing at the car as it pulls back onto the road.