Doorbeller
Length: Very short story
Genre: n/a
I am sitting at my desk, typing away on my older model thinkpad. Not even writing anything, I just like the clacking of the keys. They are so tactile. Tap tap tap, and then I bash one of the bigger keys. CLACK! I do it a few times, just because it feels so satisfying. CLACK CLACK CLACK! Wow, so tactile. CLACK CLACK CLACK
DING DONG!
What the fuck? Which key makes that sound?
DING DONG!
There it is again. Let me think...
Oh yes, the doorbell.
I hear my brother getting up from the sofa to answer it. He's been playing that sports game on his playstation all day, no way is he going to answer first, his legs must be all cramped up. Ironic. I push my chair back as I get up from the desk. To the left is my door, which is open. I got nothing to hide, except my secrets. Nobody expects secrets to be in the open, anyway. It connects straight to the hallway, and at the end of it, two meters away, is the front door. That's three meters, whereas my brother has at least six or more. I turn and speed walk forward, but just as I reach the room doorway, my brother passes me by.
"Sit down, bitch," he says. He was faster than I expected. No matter, I’ll play it cool.
"Whatever, I was gonna pee, anyway," I quip back.
I extend my pace to the smaller bathroom which is right across the hallway. I don't even close the door all the way as I start unzipping my pants. Drop them commando mode, to the floor. The undies, too. No shame, even in the public latrines, surrounded by people. I didn't need to piss, but through sheer power of willpower I managed to squeeze out a solid three second stream, long enough to rationalize my visit. I press the little flush button, causing a dull CLICK, and leave the area as my brother is passing by, returning to his dumbass couch and his dumbass game.
"Smell ya later, masturbator," he says.
"I was in there for three seconds."
He turns around. "I know, that's how long it takes you to jerk your little andy wang. Bet it takes half as long with a girl, loser." He moonwalks away while cackling.
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't know!" I yell back.
Damn it, I got beat. Still, you are only truly beat if you beat yourself, so I run back into the toilet.
