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Tuesday, 4 July 2017
Debs and Saz
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Debs looked at her new cell mate. Her face
was so pale she looked almost translucent, and she was so thin she could have used
the sleeve of one of Debs’s tops as a dress. There was no way she lived on the
estate. No way, she’d had her home ripped away from her.
are you then?” Debs said.
Sarah Edwards, charmed I’m sure.”
my friends call me Saz,” Saz added.
they now? Well, I’m Debs, everyone calls me Debs. Let me fucking out of here,”
Debs banged on the door making Saz jump.
little thing, aren’t you?” Debs smiled. She watched Sarah Edwards hug her knees
and edge further into the corner.
don’t bite, you know?” Debs said. “Look, we’re both in this together, we may as
well be friends.” Debs offered her hand and Saz tentatively shook it.
they take your home too?”
No, they didn’t take it, but I dread to think what they did to it. Why, did they
told her story.
outrageous,” Saz said. “Where are you supposed to go?”
they seem to have supplied me with a nice little room here.”
Debs boomed with laughter and then hammered
the door again. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, you cu… vermin. Excuse
my French. So, come on, what’s your story.”
boyfriend is a human rights monitor, he’s been collecting info about the
regime. and taking it to Brussels. He says freedom is like salami.”
“They slice away
at it one slice at a time and without noticing it, it’s all gone.” Debs
completed the line for her.
“How did you
“It’s an old
Czech saying,” Debs said. Debs saw the way Saz was looking at her. “Don’t judge
a book by the cover darling, there’s more to this woman than meets the eye. So,
where’s your boyfriend now.”
there, in Brussels, he called me this morning telling me he had a tip off. Told
me to get out of the house. I got out but the police picked me up and brought
“Well, my darling,
it looks we’re both in a bit of a predicament, doesn’t it?”
“I can’t believe
they took your house, why?”
“Cos we’re poor,
cos we’re the wrong colour, they want us all in one place. Did you see them, the
soldiers, what did you notice?”
“They were all
“They were all white.” Debs answered her own
Saz nodded, stood
up and walked over to the door, she curled her fingers into a fist and hammered
on the steel. “Let us out of here you fucking c*nts,” she yelled.
Debs smiled grew
from ear to ear. “That’s my girl,” she said.