September 28, 2011
Karen was experiencing an urban mirage, woozy on exhaust fumes and double decker bus noise. That couldn't be Larry, parked in the driver's seat of a red Volkswagen? Red? He never even owned a car when they were together, but he complained bitterly about the price of petrol. He was balder and fatter then she remembered. She was louder and fatter then he remembered. She saw a blonde girl laying her head on Larry's shoulder. Karen pulled at her mousey brown hair feeling a wave of inadequacy. Ridiculous, she thought, I left him. The blonde girl raised her hand to pat Larry's hairless head and Karen caught sight of a giant diamond. He's engaged. She watched as the two of them got out and faded away into the busy street. She slinked over to his car. Suddenly, she kicked the back wheel and slammed her hand on the boot, when an alarm sounded. People turned to look at her, and she fell to her knees pretending she dropped something. "Don't mind me, I've just lost my life," she said.
Hi. I just moved to London from Toronto, Canada. I'm a graduate student, freelance writer and working on a few non-fiction and fiction pieces. I want to be part of a writer's group to focus on one project at a time.