a quick nutricious smoke...

and a six pack of beer. bernard sat on the rooftop of his house, overlooking london, a bottle of merlot next to him and two packs of smokes in his pockets.

"may I?" I asked and already took a seat next to him.
"no. go away, I need silence"
- "Don't worry, I won't bother you" I said and lighted a cigarette. I opened a bottle of ale and drank half of it in one gulp.
"wanna talk?" he asked, looking quite worried.
"No. Never again"
- "It's that guy again, is it? what's his name? bryn?" he continued.
"yeah, that's his name" I said taking a look to the spot where the tower bridge should be. You can't see it from there, but I always use to look that way in the hope that one day I could take a glimpse at it.
"what did he do? or not do?"
- "nothing. That's it, actually. He did nothing. I just hate him!"
"why are you so bothered, then?" he said and I guess he didn't really want to talk about it. so I shut up.

Half an hour later I saw Bryn walking down the street.
"That's him, right?" Bernard asked pointing at Bryn.
"Never mind" I said, hoping he would just let go.
"HEY BRYN!! OVER HERE!! BRYYYYN" Bernard kept shouting at him, until Bryn finally looked up to us.
"hey guys, what are you doing?"
- "Come up and we'll show you!"
"What?? What are you doing? Are you crazy!?" I asked Bernard when Bryn entered the front door below us.
- "Yes, I'm a freak. You said so yourself" Bernard said smiling.
"I didn't mean it!"
- "You should talk about it. you know? with him! I can't stand all this non-conversations about Bryn anymore. do it for the country!" he said and went off the roof as Bryn approached.

"hey bern!" he said, as Bernard walked past him.
- "Yeah" Bernard said as he went.

"Hey there! What are you doing over here?"
- "having a fag and a beer. want one?"
"Beer would be nice, thanks"
I handed him a bottle and he sat next to me; silently he drank his beer and an hour later, I pushed him over the top and he smashed on the ground. The only one I loved.