Raspberry

 

The umbrella lay on the sidewalk, oblivious to his anger. That was the last I saw of him, cursing and beating the poor thing because it was stuck—not being of service despite the beating rain.

 

I smelled that familiar raspberry perfume again as I struggled to keep up with the intensity of his kisses. Those hard and sloppy kisses he gave me when he was drunk. His mouth was bitter it tasted of liquor and cigarette. His heart pounding fast on my chest, I felt his palm graze the insides of my shirt as he groped for my breasts.

Honk! I jerked and looked up, the traffic light had already turned green.

“Hold on a second Eric.”

I fixed my shirt and started the 30- minute drive to his place. It was half past ten and rain was pouring hard on the streets. 

“Perfect time for sex, isn’t it, baby?” he said as he started pecking on my neck. He smelled of raspberry perfume.

“Wait, I’m driving. . .” 

He took no notice as he started feeling my knee, finding his way inside my skirt.

“Eric, stop.”

I stopped the car as I threw his hands off my legs.

“Hey, what’s up with you? Acting so uptight now you little bitch?”

 

His face was lurid. It was not the first time he called me that. The last time, I cried, I begged.

I lived in his world for the past three years, scared of being left alone. He said he introduced me to the real world—parties, drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, sex. And I thought that was it. He was my ticket to the theme park of the rich and famous. It was all superficial. Three years put to waste for a guy who didn’t even bother to cover up that stinking scent.

That was the last conversation I had with him, the last whiff of raspberry perfume. As he stepped out of the car into the rain-drenched streets, he didn’t forget to remind me what he thought I was. But it didn’t hurt anymore.

The umbrella lay on the sidewalk, oblivious to his anger. That was the last I saw of him, cursing and beating the poor thing because it was stuck—not being of service despite the beating rain.

I turned off the radio as I drove towards home, looking forward to a hot shower, a good night sleep and dreams of sunlit skies. [406 words]

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