Vietnam

There was a lot of it and we ate in silence, talking only to compliment the food and discuss the tastes. The universal mime for penetrative sex. Zoe shut the door firmly again. That was the kind of hair colouring that only lasts until the next rinse… It just goes to show how you can think you know someone but, after two years of chatting online across rooms at school, you realise how little you know when you see the window into their mind that is their bedroom. There was hustling behind her as others shuffled along the corridor towards us. Zoe rolled over to the edge again. And now, after a summer of abstinence, she’d sent me a text. Even people playing music stopped playing it. The door opened a bit and the girl who had checked on Zoe before during the Painting Throwing Incident looked in. She wasn’t really registering that I was being interrogated. Zoe opened her door and ushered me in. If it had been a The Who or Abba poster I wouldn’t