‘I just don’t get this; I mean he’s stapled a ribbon to a canvas.’ Michelle said
‘It’s obviously trying to correlate between the space and order in our lives. See the way it sweeps down, in an almost natural position.’ Claire responded, pushing her hair out of her face and behind her ear.
‘Sounds like bollocks to me, ooh what’s over there?’
She pointed to a cornered off section of the gallery, where a security guard with a walkie talkie stood vigilant.
‘Come on Claire,’ she said, as she grabbed her friends arm.
‘Alright, I’m coming; you don’t have to drag me.’ She was nearly half the size of her friend, as Michelle was six foot five.
‘I think I’ve found you your perfect man,’ hinting at the security man, ‘he’s bald and everything.’
‘Oh, you’re so funny. Just because Dave was bald, that doesn’t mean anything.’ Dave being her ex and only boyfriend. It was hard finding a man that measured up.
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