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Stephen Conroy (British, 1964), Study for a Painting, 1989. Oil on canvas, 61.5 x 41 cm.
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Stephen Conroy (British, 1964), Study for a Painting, 1989. Oil on canvas, 61.5 x 41 cm.
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Stephen Conroy - Man on Stairs
Imagine the Other deciding to help you get over your ex-boyfriend.
The breakup had been amicable. You liked being good friends with Gavin. Too bad you had to experience heartbreak before it got to that point. The best way, you figured, to shed any lingering romantic feelings was to get new lovers each. Unaware of your new admirer, you devoted your evening at Hell Fest to hooking Gavin up with Natalie.
The Other wasn’t happy to see you sneaking into the employee locker room with your ex-boyfriend. Even with Gavin’s interest in Natalie... No rivals.
You let Gavin do the talking with the creepy worker. The dude was definitely taking his job too seriously. Feeling it was time to leave, you started to step after Gavin.
When the masked employee tripped him with the high striker mallet, you froze. Your palm flew to your mouth when the Other struck Gavin. In your terror, you were unable to do anything but witness your ex-boyfriend’s murder.
Next thing you knew the murderer was in front of you. You tore your eyes away from the corpse to gaze into the Other’s obscured eyes. Then he gently brought your hand away from lips.
Both of you stood there for a long moment, drinking each other in. When he started to lift your shirt up, you shrunk against the lockers. The Other covered your mouth with his own hand before taking you roughly.
Shooting Star by Stephen Conroy