…The wind tore through the fabric of her track pants and polar fleece. She shivered and hugged her arms around her body as she walked from the car. The headlights were still on. They had to be. She could barely see the path she was meant to take. No one was around. The only sound was that of the car radio as it blared out ‘Wake me up before you go-go’ from inside the car. She liked to sing. She liked her music loud. It drowned out the sound of her own ghastly singing voice.
She stumbled on the uneven ground and swore. Once more she pondered at the logic of wandering around in the dark to find what she sought. Others would have given up and gone home to the warmth of their bed. But not her. She wasn't like everyone else. She stumbled again. Thoughts went to falling and injury but she soldiered on. She had to find it. The wind tore at her clothes and hair. Her nose was runny and her fingers frozen. Was this trek worth it? Would she ever find it?
Then I thought - fuck it - too hard. I’ll look for the charity donation bin in the arvo when it’s daylight. I trudged back to Patrick, my car, just as Pink was singing “Tokyo I think we have a problem…”
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