The Flow Motion

In the 21 years Brandi Allen had been travelling the ugly, mint green stairwell he had not once stopped to appreciate the water marks staining the walls in grim swirls, or the glitter of broken bottles swept into the corners of the landings, neither had he stopped to watch as the shadows dance on the walls or stayed still long enough to smell the cigarette smoke drifting out from under doors.

Lana wouldn't blame him. She'd travelled the stairs three times, each one overtaking the last in terror.

Brandi has accepted that he will travel these stairs with the same lack of enthusiasm for as long as he lives, but one day he finds someone who is as tearful as the stained walls, as broken as the bottles in the corners, someone who's soul has taken a rest from its dancing yet is as potent as a strong cigarette.

This is not your run of the mill, girlie love story.
Life's tough, but eventually the flow motion has to kick in, right?

xx Mosaic