Mikey Had Already Gone by Charles Christian
	"You cut it a bit close," says Mikey, "when you overtook that BMW on the motorway. You sure we didn't hit it?" I laugh, get some cans from the fridge, pass one to Mikey and switch on the TV. Boring, just a local news bulletin bleating on about some road traffic accident. "There's something not right with the beer," says Mikey. I take a swig from my tin, it does taste foul. There's also something not right with Mikey- he is starting to fade before my eyes. I look at my own hands- and look again.  Like some nightmare X-ray I can see the beer-can through my increasingly transparent flesh. I look back to the couch where Mikey had been sitting but he has already gone.
	Copyright © 2006 Charles Christian