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“Well, that was dramatic.” “Yea….” Henry took a long drag off his cigarette to kill the pain in his throat. To push it back at least. “Is she gonna go?” “Yea…she said she’ll only go if you’re the one to drive her.” “Yea that won’t do….” “Henry…” Her mother squeezed his arm. “……please.” Her eyes were filled with pain and fear. “...alright then.” She tried to push some money into his hand and he tried in vain to push it away. He needed it. Drugs weren't getting any cheaper. She didn’t have to know that. So he nodded and shoved ...
“Thanks alot.”“Yea. Fuck off then.”“Ya fuck you too asshole!”“Fuck you too bitch.”He tossed her overnight bag, dropped the clutch and the engine screamed. There she was watching him speed off; middle finger hanging off his arm.The bag had spilled open. Her makeup lay in a pile of broken glass that was the very colour of her skin. Panties, tampons, toothbrush, hairbrush, razor and deodorant; all spilled out on the road. The love letter she wrote him and that was naked within had been carelessly crumpled up and tossed in on top of it. All befo...
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The air outside was different this morning. It was as though he had smelt it for the first time. As if it was the first time he had ever really breathed it in. He thought he must of still been a bit high. A cop car pulled up to the Emergency entrance. A man wearing half a torn t-shirt, blood, boxers and handcuffs was lead inside by a man wearing a vest and a gun and a badge. They both look tired. Only one of them looked ashamed. They both looked defeated. Every thing was still so quiet. The light of the day was just making itself kn...
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