Frankly Speaking
The sharp wind was an abrupt end to his sleep. “How the hell…” he exclaimed as he nearly fell off the bench outside his condominium. Frank’s head was spinning and sore. He rose slowly uncurling from the fetal position that kept him from falling off the bench. His shoulders and neck were tense and strained. As he collected himself he couldn’t figure out what was more painful, the ringing in his ears that made him feel like he was on the wrong side of a boxing match or the lump on the back of his head that seemed to confirm his feeling. As the haze cleared from his eyes, he remembered, the party…
Frank had to bring his mind into focus. He had to put the pieces together. Frank rubbed the lump on the back of his head wondering what he did at the party. Then it clicked, a face came to mind. He remembered the face of a woman. Frank started to smile. Alexandra he thought, or at least that is what she told him. It did not make a bit of difference to Frank. Focusing on her face helped him to remember the previous night.
This is the beginning of the story. I will post it portion by portion. The next portion will be posted 1/3/2009.
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