Ink Sweat & Tears - the poetry & prose webzine :: Salena Godden is ...

It was very beige there, you know those apartments that have those ivory carpets that stain like hotel walls get punched. Cushions were scattered like trying to remember where they would be most comfortable. But it was then, ... A car pulled up and I said to the driver I am escaping a knife-wielding-tin-whistle-blowing-bath-fanatic, please save me. The kind stranger nodded and drove. I finally recognised Harrods and leapt out. I started laughing in the rain, as I realised ...