Memes Lonely Novels & Stories

, I hear Amory whine, oh this is too good to interrupt. “Just saying, how old is he again?” Meme asks. “He’ll be twenty-five in September, why?” Amory says, confirming they are in fact talking about me. “Just saying, if you can’t forgive Spin, I’d be all over Jonny too”, Meme blurts out. This is where I intrude, “flattering, but I’m a one-woman kind of man”! “All the more reason, Lala”, Meme declares and winks at Amory, who returns her wink by throwing a pillow at her.

" Even now, just thinking about that night made my soul tremble in fear. Back then, I was too young. I only wanted to make Mom happy, to have her accept me again. But I didn't understand. I had only hurt her more. Now that I was really dead, would that finally make her happy? … After dinner, Freya curled up next to Mom on the couch, watching TV. Out of nowhere, she asked, "Mom, have you been in contact with Aubree lately?" Mom's face, once calm and pleasant, instantly turned stormy, her eyes flashing with disgust. "Don't mention her to me." At those words, a glint of satisfaction flickered in Freya's eyes. "Okay, Mom. I won't bring her up. Don't get mad."

There are a few younger clients, probably my age, but they come and go as they find partners, no longer needing the bar as their security blanket. Lyla places a hand on my shoulder, “Rough night, eh?” I frown and shake my head before replying, “I don’t think so,” She smiles at me. She always seems like she’s miles away. “I think rain makes everyone melancholic, Theo.” “Cheers,” I take a sip of my beer, letting the cold liquid cool my throat, “No, I think I’m just knackered, really.” She shakes her head and gives me an almost motherly smile. Although I doubt I could recognise one if I saw it. It’s been a while since someone has given me anything remotely close to motherly affection.