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The Wood

'I think we should stop for a drink.' Suggested Suzie resigned to the fact that they were lost.

Steve rested himself against a tree stump rubbing the perspiration from his forehead.

'I think we're finished Stevie.'

'Look, I know how this plays out, ok, go on, dump me in the middle of a Sunday walk, you'll be holdin' hands with your phillylosopher tutor tomorrow.'

You're such a selfish little boy Steve, I put off university for you and you're spendin' the time we have together...oh fuck you man...'

Suzie looked down at her red doc martins.

'I'm so sorry Suze, it's just...what the...'

He looked across, her body was pixellated.

Flashing codes raced in front of Steve's eyes coupled with high pitched noises screaming through his brain...darkness.

'Thank you for using Qualcom Eternity...please call again.'

Steve took off his headset and proceeded to amble through the mall clutching his stick and carrier bag through the crowds. He stopped and looked in a mirror, a withered face pickled with bitterness looked back.

He coughed up a ball of red phlegm.

'Fuck it,' and continued to stagger past the swell of the beautiful young things.