Thursday 8 January 2015

That Damn Lock



Been a while since there was a red warning, this one is just a little pink.

The key would only turn in the lock if it was inserted at exactly the right angle and jiggled in just the right way and even then you had to somehow pull the door towards you with the key and mutter open sesame at just the right time. Some days it came easily, and when it did Marcus would do a little celebratory jig. Other days, and it was usually when his bladder was full, it would take several goes with Marcus kicking the front door and cursing in frustration. It was not unusual for Marcus to spend almost 15 minutes letting himself in to his own flat.
As Marcus walked towards his front door he preyed to a god he only believed in when he needed something, that that damn lock would be kind to him today. Please let it open first time, he said to himself, please. But tonight Marcus wasn't dying for a wee but dying of horniness.
‘This takes some doing.’ He said as he put the key in the lock.
‘So do I’ said Sian,Marcus smiled, he'd been enjoying Sian's innuendo all night. She slipped her arms around him as he struggled with the key, fondling his chest. They been in this state of sexual tension for most of the evening and the walk home with words, looks, kisses and touches was bringing it to boiling point. Now they were one turn of a key away from exploring each other's bodies for the first time. All Marcus wanted was for the door to swing open followed by Sian's legs. 
'If I just fiddle long enough,I usually have success' Marcus said. 
'Same with me I hope' Sian said giggling and untucking Marcus's shirt.
Marcus jiggled, Marcus wiggled, he pulled and pushed, he tried all his tricks but nothing was working, he was biting his tongue, trying not to kick the door or swear. Sweat was forming on his brow, anger rising in his stomach. He wished Sian would stop her drunken caressing for a while so he could concentrate on the matter in hand, but she was struggling with the buttons on his jeans while he was struggling with the lock on the door.
‘I hope you spend as much time turning my keys,’ Sian said. What? thought Marcus, that doesn't even make sense. It’s nonsense.
‘But I hope you're a bit more skillful,’ she said seductively.
But for Marcus it was the last straw.
‘Just get off me you daft cow, you're not helping’ As soon as he’d said the words he tried to unsay them, tried to press delete, tried to add a lol or a smiley face. It had meant to come out playfully but it contained all the anger he'd been bottling up. He turned to look at Sian, wearing his best I was joking face.
But she wasn’t buying it, her look didn't only kill, it began digging a shallow grave in Epping Forest. She turned and stormed off.
‘Sian’ Marcus said as the door behind him magically swung open on its own. 



2 comments:

  1. How can you undo the undoable? This stiry has reminded me of another one you wrote some time ago
    http://garethsshortstoryblog.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/foot-in-it.html

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