Tracy Singer

giggled into my scarf so as to muffle the sound. The faint scent of brandy and rum assulted my nose as my breath caught in my scarf's blue silken folds. Attempting to tiptoe lightly to my appartment door, I stumbled into a thin side table which thanks to my imbalance slammed against the radiator, sending in turn a deep metallic bang through the buildings heating system."Right you little cunt, 19 is old enough to have gained respect for elders..." I heard Mr Linton mutter as the door to his flat swung open, and then the heavy footsteps of the older man grew louder as he made his way up the few steps to the corridor. By now my keys were in my hand and I was stumbling at trying to open my door. Mr Linton was, if truth be