Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

Not Near London

to collect them?’ ‘Where’s the documentation?’ ‘Right, I meant to but I had a problem with my camera?’ But she really enjoyed painting those cartons with poster paints – pink and purple and yellow and green and one black. Windows and doors. When it came to the final assessment she kicked it over just before the exam so that the cartons were strewneverywhereandshe called it, ‘I Really Enjoyed Painting These with Poster Paints: Rubble 2’. The jury loved it, mentioning some Japanese woman she’d never heard of. ‘Yeah, I really like her work,’ she said, from a part of her she didn’t know existed. Heglancesdownontheway back, too. Much worse, it is: he looks straight at the black girl in front, gives

her one of his dazzling toff-school Prince William smiles that could blow the tits off an iceberg, then makes a remark. Talking to her. Why is he talking? Hey! Is there a child here she can kill? The girl’s taken her earphones off. Her elbow is still jigging, like someone emotionally deranged. Jasper bends slightly at the waist, head lowered, elbow on the seat-backs, hands dangling at the wrists. The train’s movement makes his pelvis sway. Rumba! Hot shit. Or just: oh, shit. Don’t we love life? Suzie shifts across into his seat: she prefers being next to the window, although there is a cold draught blowing upwards into her nostrils which is never reassuring. He is

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