Languor and Obsession
Lit Up April Prompt — Distraction
Quarantine meant nothing to him, he was determined to beat the game.
Living alone was his lifestyle but now his distraction had become an obsession. It all began the morning he met the local sergeant.
“Jaysus, who’s that? For fuck’s sake.”
It was the knocking that woke him. First, the clipped rattle of a bunch of keys then the insistent clamour of an angry fist.
Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat. Boom. Boom. Boom.
“Who the fuck is that at this hour? What fucking time is it?”
Anto was back five days and beginning to get his bearings. He hadn’t stepped out of his house but rested and restored himself. After five years of trial and error, he felt comfortable, even confident.
Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat. Boom. Boom. Boom.
“Hold yer horses. Where’s the fuckin’ fire? I’m coming. Coming.”
Anto grabbed a dressing gown and slipped his feet into a pair of soft leather bedroom slippers. He wrapped and knotted the dressing gown’s silk, tasseled chord tightly around his waist as he gathered the collar in one hand and opened the door with the other.
