The Rules Of Backyard Cricket (2016) - Plot & Excerpts
A tiny triangle, about four millimetres on each side, pokes free from my cheek where it never quite adhered. It’s teasing me. My hands want so desperately to take hold of it and pull. The thought of ripping it free, hauling in great heaves of air, even this boot air—it’s almost like sex. The relief would be incalculable. Thoughts curled into a tight fist around the problem, the solution comes to me spontaneously. I press my cheek against the carpet as hard as I can, so hard that the fibres make stinging little impressions in my skin. Once, twice, three times there’s no effect. But after a couple more attempts, the corner of tape grips the carpet and tears away from the skin just a little. I repeat the process and it tears a little further. The triangle of freed tape is now about an inch along each side. I press down again as hard as I can. I want the adhesive to grab the carpet as firmly as possible. Then I pull my face away like a lion ripping flesh from a carcass. The tape tears this time, tears in a straight line, leaving the little triangle of tape stuck on the carpet.
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