Wednesday, 16 June 2010

Viewing the two bed

My heart is in my throat beating away, it's left my chest tight. They're viewing the flat down the corridor today. Who's going to turn up?

Just now I've seen a blonde with a buggy outside. I should've stopped and chatted to her. She seemed friendly, smiled at me, I smiled back.

I'm feeling sick aren't I? Will I puke up my heart?

What would it look like I wonder? Scarred with memories, tattoed with dreams?

I don't want this flat on my corridor, I want the widow's upstairs. You know, change of location but not far.

I'm 69th on the list this morning.

I'll go outside for some air.

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