/lit/ - Literature

>>18042407
Halogen and cracked plaster. She laughed at something she half-heard and then turned to look at the camera. Soda and beer ran in rivulets over the folding table while a dozen others shouted, cheered, made the same paen to youth which is only endurable to those in it.

There would be cold days. Somewhere in the future were any numbers of horrors. She sits in a lawnchair while her husband talks of his diagnosis. He had been so thrilled at the promotion. She hadn't the heart to say she had been fucking his best friend.

But for tonight, drowned in the smell of beer and sex and that great soporiffic, she can be with her friends and forget all those awful futures which may come to be and pretend like it all won't burn.