The Vanity.

In two in the morning, she busy hoover under the table in the dining room for tenth time from six in the evening when she came home from work, next polish and clean glass ware again and that same time make sure she looking perfect very sense of the word. She had dinner at the normal time of nine in evening which sound weird to you and me. She has certain ritual; she has to carry soon as she get home. It clean bath then have a bath, clean again and same in very room in her one bedroom flat. She final laid her head down that three am for few hours’ sleep.

The alarm sound off that half past six; she jump up, strip her sheets of the bed put them in washing machine; re make bed with exalted same pattern bed spread; in the shower; she take about half an hour now she got down fine art. She having toast and coffee but feel slightly weird on her right side of her body. Suddenly the hand with cup of coffee fell to floor it broken in three pieces but handle was still in her hand. She stood up. On that side was stoop for some reason, everything on the good side of her body was saggy and she couldn't’t move any of limps on that side.

She wasn’t bother that her body was being difficult at this precise moment in time, she was more worried about mess on the floor and how going manage to clean it. She try walked over to sink, where she keep the dustpan and brush under the sink. With her good hand, she open the door the crash, pull out item and with foot the edge of the flat bit and slow pick up broken china cup.
After that awkward mess was sort, she gradually pulls herself to middle of the sitting to famous sparkle clean mirror. She dusts herself down, straight up her hair and smooth out her hair. She still tries to move non response side of her young body. She perch herself on the plastic cover of her favorite chair, and put on a silk glove to phone for an ambulance. Her face turns to terror as she looking over everything in great detail, she spying some dust on top shelf of her glass unit. Which hold few figures and photos of family.

With eyelid is closed but she determine to get to unit. Where she knows is cloth hid behind the chair in box. On one foot and other on tip toe. Reach high as her body will let her go. She feel strange again with that she utter sound which was supposed to be scream. With that fell to floor take figure with her. Brawl out on the floor she try to make herself presentable but her body will not do as it command by her brain. In her mind she think that I must get to chair so can smart myself up. As her long fingers try claw their way toward the chair but she grew weaken and weaken.

Pain in her left side of her chest, broke out reach other side to dawn in with suffering. Her breath become shallow, heavy as she try grasp the air with dry crisp red lips but her eye lids flutter with exhausted. Her chin resting on the cream soft carpet with scene of lavender drift up her nostrils. With wet substance wetting her lips, trickle down to her mouth, out corner of her eye. She caution glimpse of the liquid it looking like scarlet like her favourite lipstick. Sudden she felt surge of pain in her chest, gentle faded away in her best presentable position she hopeful for.                              

                                                         The End.    

                                                       The Drink.

“Stunning as she might be, is it worth you risk it all?’’ He quietly sent words across stained table.

I raised head from my pint of beer, “I know what your said but I can’t help myself. She has got deep sky blue eyes you have ever seen. Her hair is smooth and colour of coca and pearl white smile on pure, pale skin. Her young body make my body quiver just think about her”.
The man get up leave he’s once friend to stew with the dilemma.

After hour, I decide to go home, dreamed all way of my angel just five minutes away. I stand look up that the window were the goddess is. I notice a black pipe leading up to the platform just front of the panel glass. My trainers are slipped from beneath me but final here. I find the window open slightly with of persuade it open fullness. Slowly I lift and pouring myself in to her luxury room where is lay motionless like princess with slender young body. I approach her with enchanting look on my face, crawling on all four, and slide my fingers up the cover toward angelical face. My hands stroke her tender neck suddenly my feel surge to tightly my grip.

I wake in my own bed, with her scent linger over me and I have her favour scarf. The one I saw wear that day, it lighter purple with silver ribbon run through it. I pinned to my wall where I keep my photos of my heavenly girl. My headache is banged with worst hangover for long while. I started flash backs from night before. I remember climb and touch her. My hands round her neck. A broaden smile started to develop on my face and now I know but only I can have her.

I fetch from the side a can, sit in chair and watch the people pass by. Auburn, curls catch my eye, tan crisp skin. Dark rouge lips, bosom you could suffocate in died in peace. Long legs up to her waist which just perfect. I reach for camera, for best shot and check time. I have found my divine creature for my world to be whole.

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