Kill Bill: A very short story
Fiction
Florence sat at the edge of her bed, gulping down a bottle of action bitters like water while an empty bottle lay beside her on the bed. Kill Bill by SZA had just ended when someone knocked on her door. She grumbled as she grabbed her phone and changed the song to “last last” by Burna Boy.
The knock continued and she forced herself to stand up.
“Who is that?” She asked despite the loud song in the background but she couldn't hear the person. She opened the door and Bassey was standing there with two chicken republic take away bags.
“Hi pretty girl,” he greeted cordially but she hissed as she staggered back to her bed.
Bassey closed the door behind him and set down the bags on her coffee table. He looked at her and shook his head.
“Why did you come?”
“Because I knew you would be sulking. See, the relationship did not work out but life doesn't end there. You can get your priorities right and focus on yourself now. At least, he didn't cheat on you but on the good side, you are back to your house now and you don't live with him anymore. You'll be fine.”
“I don't want to be fine Bassey. I want Powell back,” she said and began sobbing.
“Just give yourself grace. We know you have one devil working inside of you, that's why your bad mouth has landed you here.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“Who am I to mock the goddess of love?” He laughed as she threw a pillow at him.
There was silence as she gulped down another bottle of action bitters. In an attempt to lighten her mood, Bassey unpacked the plates of food and dropped one beside her on the bed.
“Bassey, I'm just realizing you are handsome and those muscles and your fine lips are tempting me right now,” Florence said as she licked her lips seductively.
“This girl, are you okay?”
“Can you help me forget him though?”
Bassey smiled as the thought of unhooking her bra filled his mind but he waved it off.
“Can't you just touch me? I am high already and very wet. Can you not forget about your girlfriend for an hour?” She asked, her words slurred.
“No,” Bassey opened the food and put a spoonful of rice in her mouth.
“You don't think I am pretty-”
“I know you are very pretty but you are not properly healed and I like my women healed, in their right minds and I love consensual sex. Even if I want to have you, I can't have you in this state.”
Florence chewed quietly, disappointment masking her grief.
“Don't look so downcast. You'll be fine tomorrow and you will be very grateful that we didn't cross that line because if we do, you and I will never forgive ourselves. I can live with mine but I know you, you will push me away and the beautiful friendship we have will be a thing of the past.”
Florence nodded and he smiled.
Thirty minutes later, he walked out of her apartment with a boner, wondering why he did not just give her what she wanted.
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