Tiffany
by Laura Solomon
and Kerryn Young
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Sammy picked me up at the
pub one Saturday night. It wasn’t love at
first sight but there was something different
about him. Maybe it was the tattoos. He didn’t
act like most guys so I was intrigued. He sure
had one hell of an ego. He thought he was
fantastic between the sheets but between you me
and the gatepost he didn’t seem to have much
experience and many was the time I went away
unsatisfied. I don’t think he realized that
making love involves two people – he
was selfish and lazy; as long as he got his rocks
off he was happy. So why was I with him? It was
the Harley that did it for me. Such a beautiful
bike? So sleek, so powerful, such thrust in the
engine and the speed! I was often on the back of
the bike. Sammy would break the red lights and I
would have kittens, but it gave me a thrill too.
I didn’t know where
Sammy had come from. He didn’t talk at all
about his past. I wondered if he had been a
criminal. It was as if he’d just appeared
from thin air; I’d never seen him round in
the pub before and I knew almost everybody in our
neck of the woods. God he was a bludger. Didn’t
work, didn’t even try to find a job, didn’t
know what CV meant – just sat around smoking,
drinking and playing air guitar all day. One time
I caught him at it and he was dead embarrassed. I
hooked him up with an apartment to get him out of
my house, out of my hair. My Dad’s loaded,
sends me monthly payments for my hairdressing
business. I specialize in eighties perms.
He used to have weird
dreams and mumble in his sleep like he was
talking to somebody and one time I heard him say
something about his socks. The relationship didn’t
last long. Things ended tragically. We were
fighting about the money I give him and I accused
him of being a bludger. Of course I feel real
guilty about it now that he’s gone. He took
off on his bike in a mood – raced away with
a screech of tyres and a fag in his mouth.
Half an hour later, the
cops came knocking at the door and I ran around
hiding Sammy’s drugs but when I answered it
turns out they were just there to break some
terrible news.
“Do you know Sammy?”
Nobody knew his last name.
I don’t think he had one.
“Yes”, I said.
“He is my boyfriend. What’s he done now?”
“I’m afraid there’s
been an accident. Sammy hit a logging truck this
afternoon. He’s no longer with us.” I
burst into tears – couldn’t help myself.
God I’m gonna miss that Harley.
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