Coward That I Am

(c) Jordan McQueen

‘Spectacular, innit?’

She grins, then winces, touches her lip.

I suppose it is spectacular. I’m distracted by the purply-blue clouds – same shade as the bruises on her face. If I mentioned it, she’d laugh, tell me the other guy’s worse. Not that I need telling, I watched her go so berserk I pitied him even though he’d been about to do the same to me.

So I say nothing.

Like those clouds, the bruises threaten to ruin the beauty on display but somehow, they intensify it.

I tell myself I don’t try to kiss her because of her sore lip.


First published on Visual Verse (Vol. 02 – Chapter 09).