The fight..
looking the other way..
the arrests..
bad debt, bad deals..
the rumours..
the quiet word..
secret meetings..
a major disagreement..
bloody hands and tip-offs..
a one night stand..
burnt out cars..
random warnings..
scratches on working cars..
meetings in shopping mall car parks..
people go missing..
a public celebration.
Steve Coel
Discarded.
Stolen trainers and suede overcoat..
owed wraps and scissored finger tips..
sellotaped glass'..
Fake tan and orange lipstick..
kitchen knife strapped underneath skateboards..
grey trade tracksuits and knitted beanies.
Steve Coel
Notes.
So you's been shadow hunting? You fucker..Isn't nice. Know what I means?..It sure doesn't look as if it is going to end well..Peoples already got their mobiles out and others are instinctively putting their hands over stashs and stolen wallets..Stock taking bad debts. How come she always ends up doing all the groups dirty work!..From the stickered shop window the tidy looking young women shakes her weary head at the nasty row growing on the pavement outside..It was always about dodgy deals and money owed. Always..She was bored at seeing the same exhausted faces everytime too..The sound of blues up the street usually moved on most. But not all..CCTV(s) are clicked off, wiped or even removed.
...and bells on her toes.
First Draft - Steve Coel
