Bedlam - Wednesday night

[xp_daytripper]

She's standing on a street corner, not sure how she got there or where she is going. Another night of wandering, looking for the way back. The lights turn red, traffic stops: there's music, a heavy beat, electronic wails, a woman's voice. But it's not a woman's face she sees in the glass, but a man's, skin burnt with cold, eyes dark and desperate with relief. She reaches out a grubby hand towards the window but the image flickers and fades, revealing a girl's face, pretty and clean and twisted in a look of scorn.


Her hand jerks back as if she has been burned and the car zooms off into the night.