Written for Stacey Jaine McIntosh: https://staceyjainemcintosh.com/2020/06/21/story-prompt-sunday-42/
His body, flecked with scars, was a puzzle of near misses and mistakes he swore he’d never make again.
His body, flecked with scars, was a puzzle of near misses and mistakes he swore he’d never make again. But here he was. Back in the ring.
Danny couldn’t remember how he got back into this mess. The last thing he does remember is stepping out of the bar for a quick smoke and a woman approaching him. She had a super short mini skirt, definitely too short for a woman her age, but looking very tempting to Danny’s lonely heart. He stared at her as she approached him, while she looked down at her phone, seemingly laughing at someone she was facetiming. Now he is here.
Where is here anyhow? It looks like a nice apartment. He can see out the floor to ceiling windows that he is still in the heart of the city. He didn’t know anyone that lived in the city itself. He had no clothes on, where were his clothes?
Danny climbed out of bed, feeling not at all uncomfortable walking around the apartment naked. There didn’t seem to be anyone there with him. Walking towards the windows he could see her face in the reflection of the window. She was watching him, but where was she standing. Danny turned quickly but there was no one there. He walked toward the spot that she had been standing when he saw her reflection but there was no one there and there was no outlet from that particular spot.
Danny stood, puzzled, feeling as though he was being watched but unable to find anyone in the apartment with him. Was he losing his mind? What had he been drinking? Slowly, Danny walked towards what he assumed was the bathroom. Opening the door, he reached in and turned on the switch. As the light flickered on he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and the woman standing directly behind him. Turning quickly to address her, he realized he was still alone.
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