Read some of Michelle’s short stories
I have become mean to you and you don’t know why.
I don’t reply to your calls or text’s as frequently as I used to allowing you to wallow in your self-doubt, picking at your self-esteem.
Sophie adjusted her diamante encrusted push up bra so her man-made breasts were shamefully on display and leaned back to survey the finished result.
“Not bad girl, not bad.” She murmured to herself moving back to the brightly lit mirror to inspect her immaculate make up.
“Anyone who thinks the so called gangster lifestyle is glamorous should take a look at Noki Sato and see otherwise.” The Chief of Police was stating on TV.
Hundreds of cameras jostled for position and flash bulbs cracked off as I was pictured leaving the precinct earlier this morning.
They sat outside the Carlton Towers hotel in a nondescript black on black parked car in the pouring rain.
Russian pop music crackled faintly in the background as the air filled with cigarette smoke. One of the two men wiped clear a spot on a foggy window then huffed over it mindlessly as the rain drummed down. Heavy enough to trap them inside the Mercedes, light enough for a man to forego an umbrella.