The Green Swamp

A short story. Part I

The phone was on the empty pillow next to me with the alarm set for 03:15 am. By 02:30am I was stirring and half awake anyway.

‘Fuck it, I’ll go’, I thought.

In the darkness, I could still see the glint in Winnie’s eyes as she looked up at me.

‘Not today Winnie, I’ll be back later’. With that, my feet hit the cool tiles.

Within fifteen minutes I was on t…