A View of a The High And BlightySubmitted by Merlina at 2009-10-14 12:13:24 EDT
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It’s 5 o’clock and I’m in a bar called The Corney and Barrow. It’s rather ‘swish’ looking and the pretty waitresses float around in black clothes with little black trays held high. Trays holding bottles of Krug or maybe a Chianti for those three men in navy suits trying desperately to not talk about work.
I sit alone in the outside heated area with my laptop and a glass of rioja. I glance to my left and on the table I can see my black slim phone. I feel a little disappointed in myself for even owning one.
I should be working, but I’ve had enough for today after a 5am start.
I tap on the computer. Switch the work remote access to OFF.
My nails are broken; not chewed – I gave that up years ago but I have no time for manicures. My suit is black; boots and briefcase light brown to match my long hair which is the colour of light oak – although not the texture I am glad to say.
Everyone is drinking wine. Even the people who don’t like it. I look around me. They all look so perfect. Not models exactly but just so....preened. So expensive.
Everyone has an air of money – but considering this is a bar in London’s Broadgate Circus, that is probably true. All well bred like the finest cattle with organic creamy milk.
I am not one of them
They think I am..... I look the part and oh yes I pay myself very well. So I go unnoticed. They don’t know.
I cannot relate to the 14 year old in the home for the homeless. I can’t hear her anymore. I think.. she’s in denial. She has created a new memory for me which includes presents! And a house with happy sober parents.. and Christmases! Lots of them..
OOhh while I’m dreaming can I have a pony there too please? Oh there it is! How pretty. Mine you say? Oh THANK you.
But then reality hits and I think that the 14 year old has a cross to bear. It seems incongruous that she feels the need to bother me at all and sit and crap on my shoulder when I’m not in the mood. Because I’ve Made It now.
No more bruises. No more hunger. In fact how the hell and I supposed to stop myself from eating the most expensive food on the planet. Because I CAN. Its true I eat faster than anyone I know; I always have. I was always hungry. Control. Control. Control.
But here I sit amongst the high and blighty.
Not a care in the world.
With my rioja and suitcase and head full of lies.