Reader, writer, tea drinker, traveller, environmentalist and lover of words. Blog at www.gemmacourt.com. Press Officer at Soil Association, views are my own.
Twas the night of the New Year, and all through the streets, drunken revellers teetered on unsteady feet.
Having filled up on gin at the nearest cheap pub, my friends and I stumbled our way to a club.
She enters the restaurant silently and scans the room from beneath a sweep of straightened-to-perfection hair, her black-lined eyes gingerly scouring the seated diners. She looks nervous.