Vanity. Ares

the Supreme hat took a bottle of Heineken and
walked out of the kitchen, to stand in front of
Beckett and Fat Marshall still sat on the sofa, and
all was in my line of vision. Although I then noticed
that strangely there was a mirror in the kitchen
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leaning against the wall. But I ignored all this and
continued to observe the living room for a moment,
before Myra walked into the kitchen holding a
bucket of KFC Chicken, chewing obnoxiously; it
was loud enough for me to hear and interrupting
the moment.
This and the KFC, in general, disturbed me
from memories of Claire, I remember feeling
slightly unsettled in turn, as my time with Claire
was probably the only time in my life that I felt
secure; yes, her death always festered from the time
it occurred, especially when in the vicinity of any
type of KFC outlet or apparatus. Myra then started
to talk about random topics, stood next to the
kitchen cupboards opposite the fridge and to the
left of me whilst leaning on the fridge; just
spending time, I garnered. After a little while Myra
stopped talking about why I did not like Lady Gaga
or something like that, and said: “...I need to speak
to you about something, actually,” uttered Myra,
still chewing the remnants of what had killed Claire
— maybe this was after Carly, the feminist and the
lesbian had come into the kitchen, said hello to
both myself and Myra and left. I could sense that
Carly still did not like me as the hello was spoken
in a monotone groan and the wave was slow and
looked lazy. Carly, picked up two Heinekens and
left the kitchen, once this happened Myra started to
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