Drip… Drip… Drip… Drip…

The tap had been like that since morning when Kelvin got home. He had come in around 1am from hanging out with the boys. The fight that broke out at Angela’s party ensured that they left early. It had rocked until some guy started hurling insults at Kelvin for doing something he doesn’t remember. In little bits his memory came back to him… broken bottles, fist fight, kicking, scratching, biting, almost everyone around him had a crude weapon and was fighting someone else.

Then Nothing.

Kelvin blinked a couple of times in rhythm with the dripping water. It was a hot afternoon. The next thing he remembered was when he came in. The first thing he did was wash his face and remove his t-shirt and go to the sink where he washed his face. Kelvin picked up his t-shirt from the floor. It was stained with some drops of blood and vomit. He recalled Carol vomiting in the car on their way home.

Then Nothing.

Sweat dripped from his forehead on this deathly silent hot afternoon. He whisked at a lazy fly as it buzzed around his face… He flashed back to the club to the time he was talking to Carol at the party. She had a big smile on her face and she leaned in for a big hug, then a passionate kiss. He felt like he owned the world. He had just sealed a good business deal in the afternoon and he had just told her. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, when he glanced across the room, he saw a man looking at them, the man got up and walked away.

Kelvin’s room was not too big. Kelvin got up and went to get a glass of water. As he drank, he walked to the seat where he had slept that night. There he was again, the man stood there by the window in his room. “Who are you? how did you get in here?” he asked. “Don’t you remember Kelvin?” the man asked “look at your arm”. He was sure that it must have been the hot sticky afternoon air causing him to see a hazy double image of the door and to hallucinate. There was a needle stuck in his left hand.  Kelvin looked at the couch where he was sleeping, there lay his lifeless body.


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