act and splashed her in turn.
She said nastily “Do you want me to take the pill now?” then her face softened with remorse.
I emptied a black bin bag from the skip, and burgers cascaded on to the floor, Jay saw what I was doing and helped me measure Jane up with the bin bag over her body so we knew where to tare the holes and how big, Jane still catching her breath, slipped into it.
I pointed out “Now you don’t look all that different from a lot of the girls in the street late at night.”
We four became invisible, Redd now on my shoulder; and we walked up the street with Jane, I watched her pausing jaunty walk, the little distracted slips and the unsure skips, as I whispered in her ear, she looked over her back for the source of the sound. Redd talked in my ear, we were then shoulder over shoulder as we walked, but to Jane, she was alone with a voice, however; watching her face it was giving her a thin breeze of comfort in the ear I was keeping warm out of the cold night with my frequent comments.
Passers by took her for a drunk schizophrenic or were too pissed to observe accurately, the bin liner could have been the latest fashion accessory; or; at least hen night dress of some one searching for their mates.
I asked as we passed a woman doubled and spewing up “Who do you see? Do you see every one I see, any one could be one of them. If they see you walking with Lucifer and two angels or demons were done for. Do you see the man walking deliberately, the tall one bending like in the breeze, he might be drunk, and he might just be sober and too tall for the weather and from heaven or hell.”
Jane talked over her shoulder, blowing my hair with breath soured by imprisonment but sweet to me. “No. They are all just drunk; you could do with a drink yourself, I’m the one who should be worried. Are you the optimist drunk, social; or are you a wreck; because if you’re drunk you’re a wreck; you see a worm in the bottom of the tequila bottle, I see a genie. You know every time I drink a girl like me gets her wishes, you; I bet you just know you’ve swallowed a maggot.”
I laughed, deliberately blowing in her ear “You’ve swallowed so much spunk in your life you’re spitting it out with your words, your spunky my girl.” Jane stuck her tongue out at me and a woman passer-by looked nervously away, since there was nothing between Jane and her but the night. The woman opened the door of a black cab with a concerted drunken look that made me think she thought the friendly chug of the Taxi was the car laughing at her.
We got to the bins at the back of the night club with its dark old bricks and tubular silver bins. I spoke one last time “Climb in the bin and take that bin liner off, give us two minutes to get out and clank the lid, if it doesn’t get their attention clank it again.”
Jane got into the bin; the sign above her buzzed like insects and she swatted the air with her hands for several seconds before realising what it was. Although I only had eyes for her beautiful tear filled face and felt in my heart that those tears must be for me, so filled were they with an all encompassing mercy any one would want to grab for themselves; her face spoke the actions I didn’t see; starring at me with a look that insinuated it’s self so completely and instructively on the expressions of her face that it can best be described as the look of some one who thinks they are above climbing into bins and is climbing into a bin.
We left and I looked back till we were out of sight, and then I heard a clank followed by a fake surprised scream; “ahh, ohh”; a little too obviously surprised; and a tone of theatrical hysteria. I winced so tightly pressure built in my face and I was all squeezed out of shape.
I decided my Gollum was not coming back with us, he was to infiltrate the building again and keep an eye on what was going on “Go back then; keep out of sight; give me a shout if there’s anything going down.
She said nastily “Do you want me to take the pill now?” then her face softened with remorse.
I emptied a black bin bag from the skip, and burgers cascaded on to the floor, Jay saw what I was doing and helped me measure Jane up with the bin bag over her body so we knew where to tare the holes and how big, Jane still catching her breath, slipped into it.
I pointed out “Now you don’t look all that different from a lot of the girls in the street late at night.”
We four became invisible, Redd now on my shoulder; and we walked up the street with Jane, I watched her pausing jaunty walk, the little distracted slips and the unsure skips, as I whispered in her ear, she looked over her back for the source of the sound. Redd talked in my ear, we were then shoulder over shoulder as we walked, but to Jane, she was alone with a voice, however; watching her face it was giving her a thin breeze of comfort in the ear I was keeping warm out of the cold night with my frequent comments.
Passers by took her for a drunk schizophrenic or were too pissed to observe accurately, the bin liner could have been the latest fashion accessory; or; at least hen night dress of some one searching for their mates.
I asked as we passed a woman doubled and spewing up “Who do you see? Do you see every one I see, any one could be one of them. If they see you walking with Lucifer and two angels or demons were done for. Do you see the man walking deliberately, the tall one bending like in the breeze, he might be drunk, and he might just be sober and too tall for the weather and from heaven or hell.”
Jane talked over her shoulder, blowing my hair with breath soured by imprisonment but sweet to me. “No. They are all just drunk; you could do with a drink yourself, I’m the one who should be worried. Are you the optimist drunk, social; or are you a wreck; because if you’re drunk you’re a wreck; you see a worm in the bottom of the tequila bottle, I see a genie. You know every time I drink a girl like me gets her wishes, you; I bet you just know you’ve swallowed a maggot.”
I laughed, deliberately blowing in her ear “You’ve swallowed so much spunk in your life you’re spitting it out with your words, your spunky my girl.” Jane stuck her tongue out at me and a woman passer-by looked nervously away, since there was nothing between Jane and her but the night. The woman opened the door of a black cab with a concerted drunken look that made me think she thought the friendly chug of the Taxi was the car laughing at her.
We got to the bins at the back of the night club with its dark old bricks and tubular silver bins. I spoke one last time “Climb in the bin and take that bin liner off, give us two minutes to get out and clank the lid, if it doesn’t get their attention clank it again.”
Jane got into the bin; the sign above her buzzed like insects and she swatted the air with her hands for several seconds before realising what it was. Although I only had eyes for her beautiful tear filled face and felt in my heart that those tears must be for me, so filled were they with an all encompassing mercy any one would want to grab for themselves; her face spoke the actions I didn’t see; starring at me with a look that insinuated it’s self so completely and instructively on the expressions of her face that it can best be described as the look of some one who thinks they are above climbing into bins and is climbing into a bin.
We left and I looked back till we were out of sight, and then I heard a clank followed by a fake surprised scream; “ahh, ohh”; a little too obviously surprised; and a tone of theatrical hysteria. I winced so tightly pressure built in my face and I was all squeezed out of shape.
I decided my Gollum was not coming back with us, he was to infiltrate the building again and keep an eye on what was going on “Go back then; keep out of sight; give me a shout if there’s anything going down.
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