Sunday, September 11, 2011
She was disappointed with herself. It was no one's fault. Not even hers. No, she wouldn't take this lying down. She sped past him and went straight to the Bar, as straight as she could manage. A martini would do. Shaken, not stirred. James Bond would be so proud.
"That man is harassing me! Can you please send some big guys to take care of the matter, please? I think he's a cop."
"Your boyfriend, you mean, ma'am?"
"Yes! My boyfriend! That rascal!", she said with clenched teeth, thumping the table.
Thursday, September 08, 2011
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
“You’re really not going to put that out, are you?”
He swerved the car for a tight overtake. She kept leaning out the window. Breathing in, breathing out.
“It’s hurting my lungs. You have no right to hurt my lungs. Please go sit on the roof or something.”
“Shut up and drive, I’m doing the best I can.”
She kept lying limply out the window. Watching her cigarette burn furiously in the wind.