She had to go.
Her work was suffering. The hive buzz was drowning her out and it needed a kicking. She couldn't do it any more, not for her sake, sure as shit not for his, or anyone else. She only knew she had to go.
Put the hire car on his card. Put the plane ticket on his card. Put the world on his card and bury him. Fucker.
A CD in the glove box, a picture of some cosmonaut chick on the cover. Candy Wilder? As good a name as any, for whoever she'd become.
Fag lit, ignition, press play and ease it into first.
Gone.
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Available to download here:
http://soundcloud.com/carnivalmoon/candywilder
Tracklist
Playing tracks by The Third Bardo, Jacqueline Taïeb, Serge Gainsbourg, Pegasus, Dirty Filthy Mud and more.
Comments
Hi, Greta ere - we met at EOTR last year. Just re-found that scrap o paper u gave me ha! Maybe I'll see ya there again in Aug & we can chat bob again! Gx
i want to, but my finances are in a bad bad way, so it's looking like i'll just have to settle for bestival! there may be a chance, but i'm not out of the woods yet...
are you on facebook or the like?
I had to borrow the £ to go myself this yr. Applied too late for stewarding eh. Yeah look for me on FB, I'm Greta Weaver... :)
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look ahead dont look behind
This is making me wanna go on a road trip. Top down, pedal to the metal...vrooooom. Gone