Sixteen Shades of Crazy
Rachel Trezise
For Gwyn Thomas (1913–1981)
‘Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing.’
Sylvia Plath
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They looked like any other group of twenty- and thirty-somethings, living the salad days of their lives, organs plump and red and juicy like the insides of ripe tomatoes, minds crisp like iceberg lettuce, sex powerful and biting like onion. Just another Saturday night at the Pump House, laughing big belly laughs, torsos bowed against the edge of the table as they concealed their illicit activities from the bar-staff, treasure moving around as if they were playing pass-the-parcel, the smell of perfume and alcohol shrouding their bodies like vinaigrette.
Ellie held the baggie in her fingers, fiddling with the knot, the plastic