As she walked1 through the room, tables were set out like a paris bistro. The air was thick with smoke and dust but no one there. The lights were out but a bright chink shone from the back.
alice2 pushed the door open and walked into a white tiled space with a large pedestal bath3 in the centre.
The room smelled of must and the steam of eucalyptus. Alice slid into the scented water and closed her eyes.
She could hear an old radio4 and a portable TV5 glowed blue with news footage.
She dreams she is wrapped in a white robe.
She tries to look out the window but it's frozen, with snakes6 of mouldy ice running down.
She is arguing with a man7 who clearly has mistaken her for someone else and a spanish guitar8 plays gently behind her.
The clock beaming over a shelf suddenly stops, quiet.
She is overcome9 with sadness and thinks of her father and the repeated story10 of how her parents met.
She feels in the robe11 pocket and pulls out her old diary12.
She leafs through the pages13 and stops on a date14.
She remembers it like yesterday15 - but now it's all finished and gone.
A distant memory from Caracas16.
A fading, scorched17 photo of a man she never really knew.
Alice sits bolt18 up.
The water, cold now, glistens on her.
A band19 starts up in the bar and she retreats to the warmth.
A cell20 was like that. A world within a world, within a world.
One day left - she strolled out into the white sunshine, ready for anything, expecting nothing21.
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Within was sporadically made over a long period of dark days
The tracks were arranged to illustrate a last dream
icy rivulet
thou trickle
thy slender
insubstantial frame
no fear
no remonstration
no revelation
of thy name
icy rivulet
thee crack
and drop
in shame