Creative Writing: Les Jeunes Gens

What started off with Pinot Grigio and rinsed me out like mouthwash became the earthiness stuck behind my teeth of chewing brown growths which she called “silly billies” and then I smiled too wide like the Cheshire cat because everything was pulsating and opening up wide in colour so we reminded ourselves of symmetry and regularity and left behind colour in favour of two white lines on a toilet seat lid and our knees sticking to the yellow-stained floor and outside I could hear shouts and the dun-dun-dun music banged on the door demanding to be let in so we let it in and it picked us up and conducted our limbs pulling hands and elbows and hips and knees and faces tipped upwards to be kissed by the night and in one second it was glorious because we were young and that was what it meant: colour and sound and movement and kissing and all