Lisa Hartley – The Walk of Shame


I knew we were in trouble when the morning light shone through the crack in the curtains. Stale alcohol and thick smoke hung in the air as I lay watching the dust dance in the morning rays. 

Grim! This place felt dirty and unkempt. It had lost it’s midnight charm. In the cold harsh light of the day I felt complete dread in my stomache.  I could barely remember.  Tequila. That golden nectar had filled my head with lust and desire. The trickster.

Where am I? Who is next me? The confusion hurt my brain. I desperately wanted to get up and run. Run away. The shame!

Then I heard a voice I didn’t even recognise, “That was a fun night, thanks Kate!” 

“Who was Kate?”