(znam da je pingliš pa shvatie ovo i kao poziv na lekturu :P)

We lived together in a demolished apartment. His woman was blonde, he was a weakling. Mine was brunette, I was black. I don't know how we ended up together. For a long, long time there was no words between us. Memories settled down like snow flakes at the bottom of a water globe. No one cared anymore to shuffle the crystal ball. We woke up and fell asleep in silence. From time to time we would moan, or listen to their muffled grunts. Sometimes we would go out, though we didn't do it often anymore. Outside there was no sky to smile to. To be honest, we didn't need it anymore. No one bothered to look upwards. Flooring, scraped walls, garbage in the corners, cockroaches, stubs, half of a cigar, all the interesting things were on the floor. Our world was a ruin.

I woke up. I felt itching in my chest. She lay next to me, snoring. Luckily, shadow covered her face. I wanted to grab a brick and smash it into her face, but I just couldn't make myself do it. Maybe I was afraid that it would take me to another action, then the next, and you see activity is what brought us to this point. Doing nothing is the best. I ambled to the bathroom. I sat on the loo and my body started to empty the bowels. They were present. They fucked. She was laying across the battered bathtub, as if trying to grab and climb up the heavy brass edge. He tried to push faster and stronger, but he couldn't. Showered with sweat he gasped and wheezed. Her hair was golden. She moaned honestly, but not in passion. She bit nail of her thumb. He moved away from her and staggered out. She didn’t get up.

I watched her body. Everyone was naked all the time, but no none saw anybody else. I noticed the curve of her back. From the small of her back rose nice round bottom. Golden hair illuminated her sweat oiled curves. She had very lovely body. I stood up and made my way out.

I stepped into the corridor and down the stairs. I walked between the destroyed buildings. Other humans were there. They were waiting. I had a cigarette. I stroked it tenderly. In fact, I was trying to stop my thoughts. Was I any different than everyone else? Maybe they were trying to think as well? I threw away the fag when the filter started to burn.

I returned to the bathroom. She was still laying there, resting her head on her crossed arms, having a nap. I stood close to her, fascinated with her labia. They looked as if cast in plastic, wide, slightly apart, pink flesh visible beneath. I reached out and touched them with my finger. She moaned yearningly. Carefully, I parted her lips and reached for the warm honey. She gasped a bit louder. Pressing my finger deeply I crooked it, as if trying to find out something inside her. She bit her arm and swayed her hips. I played with her oh so perfect vagina. I felt her inner muscles convulsing, her juices drooling, her spongy tissue swelling. She came with a long gargling sigh of relief.

It was not a relationship. I was guided by my curiosity. For her it was just a relief she was waiting for so long. Still, she woke up and wiped her tears. While passing by she said she loathes me, and warned me never to approach her again. She was revoltingly ugly.