The two. They slouch into the rigid metal poles of a mid-rate hotel couch. It is red. Their skin is red. They had a day at the pool.
Earlier in the day they were sitting at an angle from each other.
“I think I’m gonna use the bathroom.” The larger, near-sixty father suggestively wiped his nose. He just had open heart surgery. The skinny son of the man in his 20’s. It’s not advised to do cocaine when you’ve had open heart surgery.
The father is startled by his son as he pushes the door of the restroom open. “Jesus, I just about had another heart attack!”
It’s not advised to do cocaine when you’ve had open heart surgery. Crudely. The father lets an excess amount of cocaine fall from his finger onto the floor. He pouts like a Playboy model and says, “oops.” It’s not advised to do cocaine when you’ve had open heart surgery.
The two. They are slouched on the crude red couch. Their skin red. They now wait in their hotel room.
“Almost ready!” A man calls from the bathroom.
“No worries! Just gonna do another line!”
The father innocently grabs the powdered-over zip of cocaine. Pours it carelessly on the table. It’s not advised to do cocaine when you’ve had open heart surgery.
Two people come out of the bathroom. The man who called from the bathroom and a woman.
“Excited to finally lose your v-card with your old man, hey Josie?” The father smiles at his son. It’s not advised to do cocaine when you’ve had open heart surgery.
The man who called from the bathroom stands before the father. As if in front of a urinal. The man who called from the bathroom has a large penis. The father lays the penis in his hand as if holding a taco. His hand the tortilla. The penis a sort of worm filet.
“Only seen these in the pornos!” The father smiles. Opens his eyes wide. Gobbles.
The woman mounts the son on the couch. It’s not advised to do cocaine when you’ve had open heart surgery.
The son suffers from erectile dysfunction. For the first time that whole trip, the son speaks.
“I can’t do this.”
The son pushes the woman off and gets up. His penis hanging awkwardly in front of his father. He gets his underwear and shorts on. He runs out of the room. The father squabbles the penis out of his mouth. He runs for his son. His dropped-trousers catch on the glass coffee table. He falls. The shock of the fall combined with the pain in his chest. His rising heart rate. His raised libido. His recent drug use. It’s not advised to do cocaine when you’ve had open heart surgery.
Xairan Ray is a writer and filmmaker based in San Diego. He is interested in the uncomfortable nuances and dark secrets of relationships and desires, inspired by such artists as Todd Solondz.
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