Inner Island - El Perro Del Mar
The girl's legs were too long, she decided.
Thump...du-thump....Thump
She was a sufferer of what she liked to call, CLJD (Compulsive Leg Jiggling Disorder), a formerly adorkable habit, she used to frantically swing her legs under the chair. Now though, she couldn't swing without slamming her heels into the cold concrete under the bench.
Thump...du-thump...Thump
She had comfortably situated herself on a bench in the city centre, gorging on chocolate and buried deep in the pages of J.Grayson's book, just over three hours before. The time was now well past eight pm and she was struggling to read in the gradually receding light. The book was good. It must have been. Otherwise she was sure she would have noticed the way her pink fingers slowly began to lose feeling, or the way her previously full stomach emptied, leaving only angry rumblings in the place of food.
Thump...du-thump...thump
It was only when the page pinched between her forefinger and thumb tinged red, that she pulled her mind from the pages. At some point the rapidly turning pages must have caught her fingers, the thin paper slipping easily through the skin leaving a line of fresh blood behind. She stared at her finger for a long time. Her swinging legs stopped. Finally her head moved to take in her surroundings.
A long suppressed shiver rolled up her spine and her tummy grumbled with worrying volume. It's probably time to get a move on. She folded the corner of the page and hugged her torso to keep warm. Rising from the bench she began to wonder down the high street.
In the blue evening light she was sure, I don't have to go back just yet...not just yet...
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