Wednesday, March 02, 2016


Embracing on the doorstep as she returns. A white uniform? Hellenic beauty.
"You smell like laundry, like clean clothes being taken in from the line."
The pressure on me of her body. I feel my body respond, I think this will work. We have to find a room where I can stay all day.
But danger. The balding head of a sinister man above a door. He's in. "Is that your landlord?"
"No, much worse." Child kidnapped, media all over.
Taking washing from a complex line arrangement like an airer. A hubbub. The child has been found.

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