‘HAS it got me,’ the old bird asked. The skin around her eyes was as thin as tissue and detailed with faint little veins.
‘Yes,’ coughed Sally. Clearing her throat and saying it again. ‘Yes it has. The dampness in your lungs is making it difficult for you to breathe and your body is tired from fighting.’
‘Feckin Corona. So what do we do?’ The old bird asked with a fierce strength in her tone.
Read MoreTHE club was about to close. Donnacha and Gabrielle both knew that soon the lights would be turned on and the plug would be pulled on the music. Donnacha guided Gabriele by sleeve of his black button-up shirt and led him through Crawdaddy, across the dance floor towards the large smoking courtyard near the entrance; the echoes of the house-beats rippling after them into the cool night air.
Read MoreTHE sex was different, Ferdiad thought as he shoved his legs into his jeans one at a time. We move around more, toss each other and laugh.
She lay asleep with the covers dripping off the mattress. Her tanned body prodded by spears of orange light that pushed through moth bitten curtains, the cheeks of her bum like two large apple seeds gleamed, and chocolate coloured hair thick with wet. The room was saturated with the hot smell of bodies.
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