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It was good to be back... home….where her things are…where everything is her choice. That was a joke. She learned long ago that was bullshit. There is no such thing as choice, simply easy decisions or hard decisions or not making a decision at all.
She checks her cell. No answers, no replies.
The taxi stinks of sweat and cigarettes but in the fading sunlight the city is breathtaking.
Stopped at an intersection in Woolloomooloo a different taxi driver had once said to her ‘Every time I stop here I am amazed that I live in such a beautiful city’. She had forgotten.
She checks her cell. No answers, no replies.
The taxi stinks of sweat and cigarettes but in the fading sunlight the city is breathtaking.
Stopped at an intersection in Woolloomooloo a different taxi driver had once said to her ‘Every time I stop here I am amazed that I live in such a beautiful city’. She had forgotten.
Like everyone around her she had been looking for beauty on a designer rack or framed by an architecturally designed aluminum bifold. That taxi driver had found it looking out his grimy window.
A kilometre away the homeless drug addicts, prostitutes and criminals were mixing it up with the city’s most stylish. The dirty ugly and the shiny ugly….that’s our focus…what we want. The splendour could wait.
As she walked up to the apartment she was fantasizing about him lying on the bed naked with food. But he wasn’t home, probably punishing her for the tabloid gossip. His things were still here though and the dogs bowl, which was a good sign. He would be back.
A kilometre away the homeless drug addicts, prostitutes and criminals were mixing it up with the city’s most stylish. The dirty ugly and the shiny ugly….that’s our focus…what we want. The splendour could wait.
As she walked up to the apartment she was fantasizing about him lying on the bed naked with food. But he wasn’t home, probably punishing her for the tabloid gossip. His things were still here though and the dogs bowl, which was a good sign. He would be back.
IGirl was hungry, too hungry to wait. She dropped her bags, grabbed the GHB from the bathroom, stowed it in her Gucci and left the apartment. She noticed her reflection in the glass of the elevator, distended gums. Tonight she would have to scavenge for herself.
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