Cutlery Drawer - Errors

She walked to the top of the park and looked down.

«I am Princess and this is

my kingdom.

I am Princess and this is my crown» she thought, staring at the

cars glistening over speed-bumps below, grey clouds mottled, hanging low over

the roof-tops

Sitting on the bench she had to pull her jacket tight

Summer was gone

The tree stump where she had sat the Spring before had grown moss,

so she lay in the grass

She hoped if she lay there long enough then someone would find her

After about an hour nobody came so she stood up and walked the long way home

down Morrell Avenue

When she got indoors it started to rain

She was thinking about the party she was at the night before

Someone there had said that there were some people upstairs lying in a line on

the floor in the dark

They were high

She said: «Like who?»

They said: «Like, everyone.»

She assumed that by this they meant anyone who was cool

Well, the thing was, they were on uppers and she really couldn’t think of a

worse combination

People in Oxford didn’t know how to do drugs.

So she went into the kitchen

The guy she had come to the party with was ignoring her because this other girl

he liked was there

«He loves her.»

she thought

What’s worse was she didn’t really care

Perched by the microwave, smoke from her cigarette got up her nose

These two girls had been giving her uglies all night

Perhaps it’s because she hadn’t bothered enough with her clothes, she thought,

looking at her plimsolls and fading tan

Summer was gone

One of the girls was looking at her pierced to poise, all porcelain,

her face like second-rate lead paint and cold cat eyes, synched belt like

upholstery 'round her thick waist, dark lips shining red like a place the sun

can’t

She stared blankly back and got up, went upstairs, walked into a room

It was a boy’s room, she could tell

A Stale taste of nicotine and Special Brew

She looked at the coppers on the top of the book case and his DVDs: Amelie,

La Haine, Way of The Dragon, Die Hard

There was a Radiohead poster on the wall, a keyboard in the corner,

neatly stacked CDs and a PC, tobacco coloured curtains, a window half-open

breathing out over the backyards and skips

She felt a hand on her shoulder

She turned 'round

What seemed like an hour had passed as he continued to thrust himself into her,

her knickers pinching her thighs, jagged hip bones, summer holidays holding

all Sepia in the back seat of her brain

She waited until it was over

He got up, buckled up

She had stared at his face in the dark

His glassy eyeballs caught the light from beyond the window

She thought of how romantic this could have been

She imagined him stroking her face but he was gone

She lay staring at the ceiling

A car stalled on the street below and someone was calling a name but it

fractured in the night air, the different syllables colliding

It wasn’t hers, she had thought

She lay there trying to figure out the tune on the stereo

From downstairs she could hear a bass-line

A slow, heavy beat

One, two, three

Wake up