Short Story: Flatmate (Pt. II)

He wasn’t all that smart. But that never seemed to stop him. Still, one day, you were sure you saw him stop momentarily; to pick up bits and pieces (little bits and pieces – obviously) of his mind. You see you blew it. You blew his mind. You told him, in an offhand way, that the coke bottle was based on the shape of a woman, the curves. And when you sai…