I left passing by the coat locker by the door,
"Number 30" I told the young girl behind the desk, she was chewing gum and bopping her head to the music seeping through the door.
"Here you go Hun," she sang handing me the coat, I took it quickly before hurrying out the room and into the fresh air of the night.
This whole night had been a disaster, my cousin had dragged me along with her on a double date. I should have known the guy would be a dick head, Julie has a thing for rich snobby men. His name was Jeffrey for god sake, I walked to the taxi cabs all lined up across the street. The sooner I got home the better I would feel.
"Where to love?" the driver asked his think Manchester accent clear.
Jeffrey wouldn't have liked him, too common for his liking.
"14 old park way" I told him sitting back in the seat.
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A collection of Short stories
Short Story***Longer pieces at the end (word count in brackets) **** So over the last three years I've been at University completing a Creative writing degree. Over this time I have wrote a lot of short pieces of work (as exercises as well as just for fun) T...
