In fact, I’m not going to say anything about it.
I could see it, almost taste it.
I knew it’d come to this. I hadn’t known how long it would take, or how many more times I’d have to stand here struggling, but I knew this moment would come.
I tensed my right arm as hard as I could.
I gripped – both hands this time – the veins in my neck bulging, my face contorted into a grimace and turning blood red.
As the spots appeared before my eyes, I conceded defeat.
I threw the empty ketchup bottle into the dustbin and looked hopelessly at my dry lifeless chips.