Cockroach of the Common People

Cockroach of the Common People

by Kevin Zoldan

She's wild. Out of my league; her parents, minted. She fled from college colleagues to a sunny summer stop over in Greece. Returning to London, back in Soho, that's where we met. I'm from the Wavertree neighborhood in Liverpool. Opposite side of the track. But fuck it. I'll chat her up. Nothing else to do.

She bought me a rum'n'coke and told me of her plan to run away and leave it all behind. She wanted to be a commoner. I told her she was a nutter. We fucked on my stained mattress. While inside a corner shop, I tried to make her visualize having no money. So we went to her bank, and she maxed out her daily ATM withdrawal limit. Thousands.

"Now, we have to spend it all tonight. I need to know what it's like to not have it." She saw past me, this was about her.

She was serenely sleeping on my mattress in the late morning, then suddenly sprang straight up and trapped a cockroach climbing the wall. She ravenously devoured the resilient but crunchy insect, called her dad, and was picked up by a limousine.