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It’s dark.He can feel the cold creeping onto his flesh.Breath coming out in tiny wisps of smoke.He clutches a brown bag in his hands like a lifeline.

‘Clearly not my day’,he mutters to himself.
His fingers fumble around the packet.He must not lose it.

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The room is bright.Too bright.All this music and friendly chatter makes her thoroughly uncomfortable.The flowy dress is not a help either.Everything has a artifial feeling,even the people.

“They don’t deserve to know my distress’,her thoughts are all venomous.Lately.
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‘I shouldn’t think about her’,he tells himself for the umpteenth time.His grip on the bag looses for a second.

Footsteps.They are still on his trail,predators playing with their catch.He tries to run.It’s too dark.
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‘It’s unusually cold,for early winter’,She drapes her shawl tightly.The evening is over,congratulations pouring from all directions.The platinum band on her finger feels nothing more than an ugly lump of metal.Cold,heartless.Like her.

‘It’s too late to regret’,yet she sighs,drawing curious looks.
She has no regard for these people,not atleast tonight.She’ll kiss up to them tomorrow,when realism will hit her in broad daylight.
‘I have made the right choice’.She keeps assuring herself

Her mind keeps fluttering back to those dark alleys.
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Warm blood squirts out of his body.The consistancy surprises him.

‘Check the bag’,it’s the one who opened fire.A muscular piece of work.
The other one searches the contents…
‘Bread’,surprise colours his tone.’He was was stealing food’
‘Pestering vermin’,The muscular one kicks the body.’We’ll report this as an encounter.We shot a criminal’,his eyes shoot a non verbal warning,’You understand this’
‘Yes sir,I do.’

All this seems so distant to him,even surreal.He sees himself slipping away.Her face flips in his mind for the last time.

‘She made the right choice,after all’

Blackout.

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