02:45 ; Friday, 3 June 2011
Excerpt #27
Judy "Jude" abruptly turns the wheel of Dorothy's "Dottie" tiny Beetle, forcing into Southridge Avenue, off the side of New Cross Hall.
Dottie: Are you insane?
Jude peers closer at the Corsa parked opposite. It's Darren's, her ex boyfriend's. The two university flat-mates both reach to the conclusion that Darren is staying at New Cross Hall tonight, at Gloria's.
Dottie: Well, when I said insane I meant...
Jude: That ... BITCH.
Dottie: Insane. I meant insane.
Jude gets out of the car and treads towards the midnight blue car, it sits innocently. Or menacingly. She whispers curses under her breath. Dottie goes to follow her. The loyal stead.
Jude: I'll show him... I'll show him whose moved on! (She looks back to Dottie, who sighs at the situational irony)
If he's that much of an idiot... he's left a spare under - (She reaches under the license plate and pulls out spare key)
Dottie: Wow. He is an idiot. (Jude throws the key to her. She looks apprehensive but opens the door and they seat themselves awkwardly)
Wait, why have I got the keys? Is this happening?
Jude: Well I've never been in the driver's seat before. ... (affectionately and with a smirk) Well, that's a lie..
Dottie: That's disgusting.And strangely admirable.
A beat.
So... (Jude fumbles around, begins to take off her underwear) Whoa what are you doing? No. No! you are not planting your underwear. Not here. Not ever.
Jude: Oh, it's happening. This is happening. (She looks around for a place to hide it, her underwear is a grey and lacey, and Dottie's face is a mixture of fear, shock and bewilderment. She's had enough of the weeks of attention seeking, the moaning, the pity. Her attempts at helping Jude have been futile, despite her best efforts. She's tired, she's afraid of getting an STD from a car seat and she's hungry. All she can say is...)
Dottie: This is pathetic.
Jude jerks her head to Dottie in disbelief -
Jude: What did you just call me?
Dottie: pathetic Jude, it's not hard to understand.
This would not make any sense unless you live inside my head.Labels: literature, photos, places, South East London
