It’s Over!

At the mere sound of her he melted. Simply melted. Not some poetic metaphor but really ...melted. Pool upon the floor. “Agggggggh! ” & so it’s come to this! “It’s so Kafka ...esque! ” “Who will clean me up...this...this stain? ” He wondered to himself. He thought he wondered aloud but his voice had begun to melt also. The last thing he had heard before the phenomenom had happened was that she would be(human consciousness fading now) over before the hour hath ended. He felt like praying but there was no one to pray to that he believed in. Oh God...& now this! He had thought he may well have spontaneous combusted at least he had read about that & understood it in some little way but this to melt at the sound of her? Well, here she is looking gorgeous (as usual) but looking annoyed now & looking for him eagerly...so eagerly. “I’m here! Here! ” he screamed at her pathetically...telepathically but she could never read his mind and certainly not now. His screams got caught in a finely tuned cobweb that set the spider at the heart of it dancing. “Damn him! “Damn him...to Hell! ” he heard her curse her bust rising & falling whilst mopping him up and to make matters worse a disgusted: “Yuck! ” before she flushed him down the loo. He felt sh*t as if he was nothing now but sewage. It was a long journey to the sea maybe he would be recycled into a glass of clear cold water. She banged the door (which rattled the loose pane in the bathroom window) swore...again...she who never swore. “That’s it! ” “That...is...it! “No more! ” “No...more! ” jangling her keys whilst wiping away the tears thinking to herself she wouldn’t see me again. Ever. “It’s over! ” “Over! ”