An excerpt from another project set in Los Angeles published in Litro Magazine.
Wan Yi got out of bed and tried to find her clothes. As she picked them up she realised she hadn’t thought about the morning. She hadn’t brought something to change into. If any of her neighbours saw her in that lacy dress transparent in far too many places and her 4 inch stiletto heeled boots when she got out of her car while her husband was away, they would definitely talk. Even if they don’t mention it to him, it could still get back to him.
Roberto had Hole’s “Violet” on way too loud. She had mentioned she loved nineties music. He bopped his head and body to the hard bass line that would suddenly come through during the chorus. He played the bass after all.
She had to shout.
“Can I borrow a T-shirt and a pair of jeans please? I’ll buy it off you in case I never come back.”
“So my neighbours won’t talk.”