Lonely women and Alpacas

I’m drawn to old ducks like Judith, somehow.  Their kind of life can happen to anyone, and it’s best to be prepared.  From her eagerness it seemed as though she was more or less alone, and didn’t want to be.  It smelt like divorce.

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Addis Ababa

If you know about the Barro hotel, you make sure to visit as often as you can. Its shabby grounds are curtained by a stubborn row of pine trees that screen guests from the streets of Addis Ababa; a city that everyone is sick of by nightfall.  I was at home in a discussion among regulars, when I saw him walk over to me.  Even though I was in good company, it was a little frightening, because I thought we’d said goodbye for good.

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Cape to Cairo

I had plans to go to Cairo, and then, who knows.  R had been calling his mother more than usual lately.  All I gleaned from their long, emotional, Spanish conversations was that he’d been asking her for money.  It wasn’t clear that she had any to give.  As far as I knew he had $50 USD left, which probably wouldn’t even get him back to Cape Town if he needed to split.

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All the pretty girls in Ethiopia

She was more conspicuous than she realised.  All blonde hair, ghost face and Lonely Planet, poorly hidden on her lap.  But she was open and unafraid. That would serve her well in this city.  Where your fate was written all over your face and how you carried yourself.  

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The one that got away

I was alone in New York City.  Know one knew me well enough to touch me like that.  They must have mistook me for another blonde.  One of the other blondes in the blonde army.  Blonde hair is playfully ubiquitous. And that’s why I like it so.

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Feuding

The party of three battled with old loyalties under new terms.  Cyril and Marjorie’s anger was palpable and they were indifferent to the constraints of their age.  Friends had begun to die around them, yet they lived with a vengeance. 

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