THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

She revs up the kerb in a stole Ford Capri and hollers me to lamp in the front if I’ve got the balls.  She’s got her crop-top tugged up and the word MAYHEM marker-penned across her stomach, wrote so big the first and last letters graze each inner thigh bone.  She screams round the bend to the sound of sirens.  She smirks, “How sexy am I now, huh, flirty boy?”  It’s her favourite line from Natural Born Killers.  She claims to watch it twice daily.  She says she’ll change her name to Mallory if we get out of this piece-of-shit Capri alive.

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