EFFIE BATEMAN | Lifestyle | Contact
As he attempts to enjoy a film in peace after a shitty day of addressing e-mails from obnoxious customers, regional chap Jeff Austin can feel that odd energy boring into him.
It’s that fucking dog once again.
His sweetheart’s odd goblin dog, simply resting on the sofa armchair with its questioning, quiet look.
Always enjoying, constantly waiting.
But what for?
He doesn’t understand.
“WHAT CUNT!?”, he shouts, tense by the animal’s undistracted attention, “what do you want!?”
The dog’s eyes temporarily dart sideways at his outburst, prior to kicking back on Jeff once again.
“It’s creepy.”
“Stop.”
Meeting the dog’s beady little eyes in an effort to daunt him into averting, Jeff discovers himself beginning to disassociate.
“What do you want?”, he asks gently.
“Just tell me what you want.”
More to come.