She flicked the cigarette butt away.
But, rather than fly through the air in a long and graceful arc it fell limply to the ground. She looked at it groggily, trying hard to remember something she knew to be important, but was just beyond her grasp.
Oh yeah, she had to go home, that’s what she was doing. She looked around, momentarily disoriented, and then she recognised her surroundings. Or, at least the thought she recognised her surroundings. It could be, she acknowledged to herself, that she was somewhere total foreign, and just thought that she knew where she was.
She squinted around and shaking her head in order to clear her thoughts. Well, she definitely recognised that building over there. But, that didn’t mean that it couldn’t be a different building… But, she reasoned, if everything here was exactly the same as where she thought she was, then the surroundings of where she was should also be the same as the surroundings to where she should be, which meant that down that road home should be.
She smiled, pleased with herself for that reasoning.
Ok, now that she knew where she thought she was, next thing on the agenda was to get moving.
There had always been an art to walking on her way home from the pub. She knew all the steps involved in walking, considering that she’d done it perfectly every day for the past 24 years, but somehow doing it early in the morning on Fridays was always a bit harder. Well, to be honest it was a bit harder an increasingly amounts of Saturday’s and Monday’s nights as well. She fell into a fit of laughter… Maybe she had forgotten how to do it? Slowly it would be more and more difficult, until the day she had to stay at the pub all the time…?
In the distance she could hear a car-door slam. God, she loved being out at night!
She reached down to her bag for cigarettes, and for a brief moment felt a stab of panic when she couldn’t locate her bag. Had she lost it again? Groaning low, she turned around, intent of returning to the pub to find it again; she was rather fond of that bag, when she felt a light tug around her neck.
Looking down confused, she stared directly into her hand bag dangling around her neck. She smiled to it, and after a short struggle, which seemed to include a lot more arms than her own two, she managed to remove the bag from her neck, fish up a fag, and light it.
Happy with herself for recovering her lost bag and finding her fags she went back to the task of walking.
