Smug Philip cont’d

tunnel

Philip didn’t have any regrets until he tried to open his eyes, the light was absolutely blinding. When he finally managed the process he felt like he was emerging from a monster car ride in a dark remote tunnel.

Reaching across for Charlene, his hands groped empty sheets. Fumbling to his feet he searched for her only to find his car keys and wallet missing and a red lipstick message on the bathroom mirror:

Girls don’t like sex baptisms,

stick with Amanda’s.

His car and wallet in exchange for the wrong name? What kind of exchange rate was that?


To read an earlier instalment of this story click on the link.

Thanks for reading.


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