Karl Pinnock

The Last Time

The rain tapped against the window like small fingers trying to get her attention. Her thoughts could not be disturbed, not tonight. She took a pull on her Marlboro Menthol. The action made her wince from the pain in her now swollen left cheek. The pain made her think. She didn't like that. It made her look back at the last time, and when that happened she couldn't help but question herself. “Why did I not leave after the last time?” What was it that made me stay after the last time” He had promised her that it was the last time.