Theme Park at its Darkest

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Rita broke off the gaze, taking the straw from her glass and laying it by. She sipped from the glass itself this time and when she put it down, the rim was marred with lipstick.

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“Rita, does it always have to be so hard?” Pat shifted in his chair, wanting to leave.

“Don’t be like that,” she said with a grin. “What are you drinking?” Continue reading →

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The door to the Re:Public was half open when Pat came down the darkened alley. He went inside in the hope of finding company to help take his mind off himself. The room was dark, but the lights behind the bar were on. Continue reading →

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Nat had a scarf in the back seat of the car. Before they set off, she wrapped it around her neck, tucking the tails into her jacket before zipping it up. She walked past the car and down the stairs that led to the sand. Pat followed. Continue reading →

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The drove out to Frankston, not far from the club Pat had worked at a few weeks prior. She parked in one of the small bays set into the scrub that created a natural divider between the sand and the road.

“Do you want to go in here and eat?” asked Nat, pointing up at the restaurant perched above the sailing club. It was built from panels of glass that glinted in the sun. The rails and fixtures, however, were a muted steel grey that refused to reflect the light. Continue reading →