Under a sky awash with lurid purple, orange and blue, a
crow flies over the slums of Collin’s wood,
passing a dilapidated building with peeled paint and a dusty
window in which a light has just come on.
Down a dusty hallway, the sound of a young woman’s heels
click-clack across a haphazardly tiled floor.
Runs in her
stockings, the swing of her skirt seems almost hypnotic.
wear a short-fur coat.
Her style accentuated by tortoise shell sunglasses,
poorly hiding a bruised eye.
She stops at an old wooden door with a glass window
“City Water Works – Main Office”
She knocks three times.
A young girl (18) with curly blonde
locks, half-hidden under a beanie, baggy T-shirt and
skin-tight black jeans, answers the door.
Yeah, what d’ you want?
The young woman lowers her sunglasses.
Business, of course.
Business is outdoors for a while,
but you happy to wait?
The woman barges
through the door, little Lizzie be damned,
with her eyes focused on the room,
throws off her short-fur coat, knowing the girl
would pick it up.
And Lizzie does just after closing the creaky
old door behind her,
But not before a large hand stops it from locking.
Well, well, seems business is right on time.