• Prudence

    Prudence: Chapter 7c

    Quinn remains on the floor, shivering. The bile is acrid in his mouth. He doesn’t know how long he has sat here, or how long he’ll remain. Maybe come the morning when they clean up, they’ll find him still here, and sweep him out with the rest of the trash. He hears the door open. There’s a distinctly girlish giggle. Then a guy’s voice, young and unsure: ‘Hang on. I’ll check.’ Footsteps hurry into the bathroom. Then: ‘All clear!’ Quinn recognises that sharper clip of high heels across the floor. The door closes. Bodies collide. Breathlessness. The smacking of lips. Both sets of footsteps shuffling back. The door in the…