By H.S. Quarmby
She shuffled around the supermarket on broken heels, turning her thin ankles. Her thatch of bleached hair obscured most of her face and the childish smudges of makeup. Her clothes were almost rags, once bought for a night club, the tights were laddered, the short dresses ripped and stained. Her whole posture was painful to watch. Bent over, carrying a can of beans, a packet of pasta. The other shoppers turned and stared as she passed; the shop assistant followed her at a distance, watching her shaking hands.
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Very good description- I’ve seen people just like this.
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Thank you. She just made me think of so many questions.
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Absolutely. Not many people start off heading for that life – what happened to her to bring her to that place. A really good character study 🙂
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“Her tights were laddered.”
Stunning. Never heard that, but is the perfect description.
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this reminds me of my upcoming old days. great!
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What an interesting view point. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be looking at days gone by or a hard night out.
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