• Prudence

    Prudence: Chapter 6b

    Quinn sits in a toilet cubical, elbows on his knees, head bowed into his hands, eyes clenched to stem the tears. The bathroom reeks of disinfectant. They must pump it in for it to remain this strong at this time of night. Perhaps it’s a way to keep people from congregating in the bathroom for too long, or perhaps it’s just a constant antiseptic safeguard. For Quinn, it’s irrelevant. He’s not moving. The bathroom door swings open. Laughter. Then footsteps, heading across to the urinals. ‘You see that blonde?’ one voice says. It’s deep but coarse, the sound of somebody who’s been smoking too heavily for too long, although Quinn…

  • Prudence

    Prudence: Chapter 6a

    Amber is unsure where her Long Island Iced Tea has gone. She holds the glass in her hand, but there can be only a sip left in it. The room sways around her. She should’ve stopped when she began feeling tipsy one drink ago. That was the sign she usually would’ve observed. But she is enjoying the freedom, if not the recklessness, of drinking. She has never been senselessly drunk before, so has no frame of reference for how this will unfold, or how she’ll regret it in the morning. Opposite her, Gabriella continues to prattle on, just as she has since they got in here. Amber doesn’t mind. Gabriella’s…