Lisa Williams
black coffee
She'd
slept with the light on.
It
was pink. A metallic glittered hue. It sparkled from across the room.
A
girl's dream come true. A scooter. The one that chalked as you rode. Painting a
rainbow behind you in the city streets.
Pom-poms
from the handlebars shed glitter on her floor next to a discarded shoe.
Mum
calling from downstairs broke the morning silence.
"I
don't know what time you got in last night my girl. Or what drunken state you
were in. But you're gonna be late for work. And you need to take that fucking
scooter back."
Lisa
Williams
Domestic
Slattern. Avid reader. Writes a bit.
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