floating away and disappearing into the air.
ILLUSORY HOPE AND MY COLD, TINY DICK
I, however, have a Get out of Purgatory Free card. The following day Mam comes into the spare room, where Iâm on the computer wasting away time I donât know what to do with, and thrusts the phone into my hands, whispering loudly, âItâs a young lady!â
The phone splutters with laughter. âThanks, Mam,â I mumble, taking it off her, wondering what Ash/Ella/Daisy, none of them young ladies, wants this time. A clear, articulate, polite voice, still with a mild northern accent, rings out of the phone.
âHello, is this Flick?â
âYeah, hello, is this Rainbow?â I almost drop the handset. âHow do?â
âHuh? Oh, Iâm good yeah! Iâm sorry Iâve been so busyâIâve got my exams coming up and itâs a bit mental with me being new and transferring and there was a whole load of crap to do . . . but Iâm free now if youâre free!â
Yay! Rainbow! I think, but I calm myself. The aim is to come off cool, sexy and nonchalant, and also to secure a date and then love her forever and move into a Victorian flat on the seafront at Ness or emigrate to Berlin with our two charming but illegitimate children and Iâll be a graffiti artist and sheâll be my muse. No problem. Iâd better stay calm and collected for the moment though or sheâll think Iâm a psycho.
âOh . . . cool.â I swing my legs onto the spare bed and lean back in the computer chair, in an attempt to channel James Dean. âWicked, yeah, thatâsâobviously I didnât worry, I knew you had work, so, you know, it was cool, so Iâm cool. I havenât really thought about youâit. I mean, like, dating. Obviously I thought about you . . . Anyway, Iâm pretty busy too actually. In factâIâm slammed.â
âOh . . . so you donât want to meet up?â
âOh no! I mean, yeah, that would be great, I meantâslammed as in . . . well you know . . . um . . .â Fuck. My brain has gone blank. I was so successfully being noncommittal that my brain has lost its commitment to the English language. Think of something, Flick, think . IâVE FORGOTTEN ENGLISH . . . Say something! says the little voice in my head. What else could âslammedâ mean? âBeaten?â I mutter. Out loud. Oh God, Jesus and fuck.
âBeaten? Have you been hurt?â
âNo! I didnât mean beaten. I meant . . . beaten as, as, as in tired, as in Iâm beat from doing stuff, but, but now Iâm free, and not really doing anything . . .â
â. . . So youâre not busy?â
âIâm not busy right now, I have, I have, nothing . . . absolutely nothing to do right now. Iâve been on the Internet for the past hour looking up what Iâd do on a law degree and now Iâm on eBay looking up âsmallest,â so . . .â
â. . . What?â
âUm . . .â The hole Iâve dug has no way out. Itâs dark in here and I want my mum. âItâs really funny actually, um, you, um . . . well you look up âsmallestâ and just see what you get, and thereâs a teeny tiny phone. Anyway . . . Iâll tell you later. So where dâyou wanna go slash what dâyou wanna do?â
âI donât mind, where dâyou want to go? Slash do?â
âI donât mind either, we can do whatever you like.â
âOh no, Iâm crap at choosing, I can make massive decisions about my life, but I canât decide how to spend afternoons or what to eat or anything like that. You choose!â
âIâd like to do something that youâd like to do, Rainbow.â
âWell yeah but . . . I donât know what to do