:: From Variations on a Dream
Suzy looked down at the long-haired, leather jacketed figure, hung about with metal chains. Under the flowing meash of tangled dreadlocks the face was quite cherubic.
‘Thank you’ she said, rather formally. But she didn’t move. ‘What’s a matter?’ he asked. ‘You don’t have to site with me y’know, I’m just going, anyroad’.
‘No-no, that’s all right, It’s just - I haven’t ordered anything yet and I can’t go in there with this lot.’ She indicated the rucksack now straddling her feet and realised that if this rather doubtful character offered to mind it, she’d have to accept. She was so tired and hungry, so near the edge.
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