• Prudence

    Prudence: Chapter 6e

    Dante wonders how much the Bourbon & Cokes are affecting him. He feels as if he’s standing outside of himself, observing his gregarious nature, and frowning with disapproval. Patricia doesn’t mind, though, sitting next to him. He wish he could read her, but he is terrible at reading people. This is why he lives in constant fear that Flavia will come to the realisation that she has settled, and she would be better of pursuing somebody worthy of her stature. He cannot comprehend how she would love him, or that sometimes two people so different can still find love in one another. He smiles. He’s sure it’s a cool smile,…

  • Prudence

    Prudence: Chapter 6d

    If there’s one universal truth, it’s that revelry is dishevelling. Make-up runs; people sweat; body odour grows. These are not things that Constance has ever known in her time here. She always looks immaculate, like she spent hours preparing herself for public admiration – and consumption. And she does. The routine has become so ingrained in her that it has become her. Those who knew her before she came here would not be able to reconcile her with the person she is now. Now, though, a solitary bead of sweat trickles down Constance’s left temple. She dabs at it, looks at the moisture on her fingertips, and is aware of…