The urinal

It was a mistake bringing her here. He could barely smell the perfume in her hair anymore, just the acrid scent of men. That would not impress her. He stole a look at her face and saw that luckily she was ensconced in being with him, which was appealing. If he could get her out before she realized it he could delete this awkward moment and illustrate that she meant more. She knew that and never held this mistake against him.

Fan in front of face

She spent most of her time acting invisible, seeing herself in black and white. Hours were spent contemplating her bearings as she watched the rush of colours streaming by every day. It was starting to look desirable to jump into this river of life where the rest of the world seemed to be, but she remained cautious, occasionally dipping her toe in simply to test the temperature. When it felt right she stepped in. Her colour returned and she never looked back.

Creepy manaquin boy

He had left suddenly and silently. She picked up as best she could, running things with unconscious control. Numbness seized her like an evil puppeteer’s hand, forcing her way though the darkness. As the grip released she found joy in hidden moments of humour and soon others caught on making life breezy and bearable.