Before thy went back to the hotel they took a drive around the city. A was wearing a heavy, mother-of-pearl necklace which flashed as the streetlights raced by. D, in front, was talking to the taxi driver in broken Spanish. A looked out of the window at the windows of the office buildings and wondered who could possibly be at work this late on a Saturday night. Was it real work, or were the lights there for cleaners, or to make the building look busy, or to show off, or for some other reason that she couldn’t think of?
The excitement from earlier in the night had ebbed. They should have walked to the hotel instead, even if that meant it took them an hour longer. Now, separated physically and unable to talk intimately thanks to the presence of the taxi driver, she could feel that they were slipping apart again.
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The above piece of writing comprises part of my fragments project, some of which are available on this website. I intend to add new fragments piecemeal, not in any particular order, and as the occasion take me.