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Flat Of Angles (Pt.2) - Benedict Cumberbatch
And now for the second part of the fourth part late night tale stories
Flat of Angles
Written by Simon Cleary
And read by me Benedict Cumberbatch
Is there any more drink around here
Do you have any
Its alright I haven't been to bed yet
I'm not drinking in the morning
I swear I had a couple of
No I think I had them before I headed out last night
I sometimes feel like I am in the 1980s
Or perhaps it's part of my mom's fault watching Esatenders
With my family lying back on the green velour sofa
Looking out at the sodium lights of the A505
Hands fiddling with the glass on the tarnished aluminium of
The Secondary double glazing thinking imagining romantic futures
Set out for me by songs
From top of the pops twisted by lyrics of Genesis
Starry starry nights
Paint your pallid blue and grey
Red and gold
Are royal colors
Yeah yeah
Industrial state
Instead
Anyway like I say it was great
I was waiting in the corridor to go to the toilet
Standing right in front of the door
It opened and this girl was standing there
I was a little shocked hadn't expected it and jumped a little
She did the same thing a second later smiling
I tilted my head left about to speak and look sympathetic
And she tilted her head right
I raised my right hand she raised her left
I put it back by my side straightened my head
And she did the same
"I'll be your mirror" she said
Nothing else existed for a second there I felt calm and wanted no more
Then some chump who had slunk up the corridor goes
"Awww that is so cute"
I barged past her and slammed the door
Shot the lock across the handle fell off
This can't actually have happened
She is only 28 only
What are we doing with our lives
Why are we carrying on like this
For God's sake why don't we grow up
Pretending we are hip
Throwing our bodies around the room around the town
Projected on cheap MDMA and ciders with ice our shadows are long
They slip over the horizon grow thinner
And disappear only the all-encompassing shadow of night takes over
That is greater than any of us
Then morning comes and it goes away
It peels the film from eyes
Sparks cells into action
And eventually resurrects those who have avoided it
It says here is a day
Do with it as you will
I am back but she
I'm well up for keeping the session going
Why did I even come back here
God knows
I'll give her a call
See what she's up to
We could swing down the Talbot for a few cures
Its ringing
Oh nooo what happened
I think that
Hey where did you get to last night
Fancy a Bloody Mary at The Talbot
Give us a call when you get this
No she wouldn't move
I think I lied next to her
I lied
We had that methlathyl-whatever when I got out of the toilet
She had given that bloke the heave-ho
I can't even remember her face
Just the strange flock texture on the wallpaper behind her in the corridor
The magnolia paintwork
The sick yellow light from a bare bulb
And decades of greasy black hand marks by the top of the stairs
Her eyes were
Black
