• H. M. L. Swann

Day 34: Hide and Seek


300 Days of Writing

Day 34 Hide and Seek:

She read the slur of graffiti on the bathroom wall as she peed. As she stood up, she swayed a little, holding onto the grimy wall as she flushed and pulled up her skirt.


In the mirror, her make-up was smeared under her eyes. She tried to wipe it away with her wet hands but got soap in the corner of her eye, which stung and made the make-up run more.

The door opened then, and she pressed her body against the wall so they wouldn’t see her, at least not at first.


“Jesus, you scared me. What’re you doing?” the woman asked, her hand pressed to her chest with fright.


“I’m hiding,” she said. “Or buying time at least. Is there a guy still at the bar out there?”


“There’s lots of guys out there,” the woman laughed at first, but seeing the seriousness of her face, she stopped. “Oh shit, are you okay?”


“I think so. I’m just…”


“Hiding in here hoping he’ll leave?”


“Yeah.”


“Lemme piss and then I’ll walk you to your car.”


“I’m too trashed to drive.”


The woman laughed then. “Shit gurl, me too!” They both had a little chuckle, swaying and clinging to each other to stop one another from falling over. The woman who had just walked in was wearing a faux fur coat and a leopard print mini dress underneath. She smelled strongly of vanilla.


“You’ll help me?”


“We’ll take a cab. This bar sucks anyway. But I gotta take a piss first.”


“Okay,” she said, as the woman in leopard peed with the door open.


“I’m Angie, by the way.”


“Carrie.”


“Like Sex in the City?”


“Exactly.”


“Okay, sexy Carrie. Let’s go.”


Angie opened the bathroom door and holding Carrie’s hand, guided her through the crowd.


“Carrie!” A man called from the bar.


Shit. Shit. Shit. Carrie’s skin felt electric, like any touch would cause her to jump out of her body and run.


“That him?” Angie said, nodding to the man who was waving at a bartender to pay his bill and leave.


“Yep.”


“Don’t worry. We’ll get outside and find a cab.”


The air was cold, and Carrie wished she had a faux fur coat too, instead of the thin sweater she wore tucked into her denim skirt.


“Carrie!”


He was following them as they swayed down the street.


“Shit, he’s following us. He’s following us. Shit!”


“Carrie, baby, you’re shaking. Don’t worry, he won’t find us,” Angie said as a taxi pulled up next to them and they got inside the car.


Сайхан Бичээрэй!


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