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  • Killian Glynn


I’m puking, I’m gonna – no, you’re fine. Pushed it back down. Attaboy. I am man.

The boy in front of me is probably handsome. He’s telling me about something, his job maybe. I feel the muscles in my face contracting and twisting to match his own. He makes a big gesture with his hands.

I laugh, a little too loudly. This throws him off.

“Remind me of what you study again?” he asks me.

I take another sip of my drink. I hate it, but it makes me talk. “Art.”

“Oh, creative. What are you studying now?”

“The cultural development of finger painting.”

He can’t tell if I’m joking or not.

“Joking,” I say.

“Oh.” He relaxes. “But seriously, do you paint or…?”

This guy doesn’t want to talk about art. He wants the shift. But I do, too. I’m willing to compromise.

“Yeah, a good bit. I’m really interested in the male form.”

“Me too,” he says flirtatiously.


I look at him, properly. He looks like he’s at an audition for Love Island. Not a hair to be seen below the chin.

“Yeah, I try to draw it the way the Renaissance artists saw it, if that makes sense,” I say.

He nods. “That’s cool.”

“I’m not very good,” I admit.

He cocks his head to the side. “You’re probably better than you think.”

I shrug. Avicii is playing in the background. I bob my head to the beat. It’s awkward. I stop immediately.

“Do you fancy a smoke?” he asks me.

I laugh, but he mistakes this for genuine interest and returns it with a smile. I’m being mean, and the drink isn’t helping.

“Go on,”

I tell him. We make our way past a throng of people. He says hello to a few of them. I don’t know anyone here.

I step out into the air and am struck by the cold. I wrap my arms across my chest and grind my teeth.

“Are you cold?” he asks.

I’m freezing.

“I’m alright,” I say.

He hands me a cigarette. Silk Cut. I slip it snugly between my fore and middle finger.

“Let me.” He lights my fag for me. I grunt my thanks. “Do you smoke much?”

I shake my head. “Only in panic.”

“What do you mean?” he asks, confused.

“Never mind,” I say. “What about you?”

“Yeah. More than I should. ‘Specially when I’m stressed out.”

I inhale deeply, let the smoke fill my chest. I blow it out through my nostrils.

The boy grins. “Nice.”

“Yeah, I’m a dragon,” I tell him.

He laughs, then steps in closer. I mentally brace myself. Here we go.

“You have beautiful eyes,” he tells me.

I cringe. “Thanks, they’re mine.”

“I like you a lot.”

The buzz from the drink has worn off. I’m tired.

He kisses me. I sigh in annoyance. He thinks this is a sign of approval and moves his hands to my face. They’re sticky from beer. I don’t know when he washed them last.

I pull back from it. He stares at me.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

Which is a lie because I’m not sorry. Not really. I just don’t want him to feel bad.

“I do like you, ya know.”

“It’s not personal,” I mumble. “There’s just no electricity.”

Radio silence. I can’t stand it.

“When you’re with someone, and you like them, it’s supposed to be like a plug switching on.”

He puts his hand in his pockets. “And what did I do different?”

“It’s like using a remote without batteries. You can try to change the channel, but you’re stuck watching the same show. I think we both deserve a bit better than that.”

“It’s just a shift,” he grumbles.

He has a point.

“Yeah, but I’m drunk. Don’t be that guy.”

He considers this, rubs his chin, and smiles again.

“So, electricity?”


“Speaking from personal experience?”

I laugh. Genuinely. “Nice one, smart ass.”

He asks me if I’m sure about the jacket.

I accept.


About the author: Killian Glynn is an Irish writer now living in London. An avid bookworm since childhood, he has written for the stage and penned numerous short stories and poems

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