The dry heat of the radiators was on full.

It pumped through the windowless room.

At first it was welcome, in short minutes it was suffocating.

 

She filed her nails and fiddled with the buttons on her phone.

He coughed, a smoker's, haggerd, throat ripping huff.

And the half mad woman sat with her beige knees wide apart like she was waiting for a train.

 

Listlessly turning the magazine's pages.

Tits and fat women. Bikinis and skinnys.

Screamed in turn with the drill.

The umbrella dripped onto the carpet.

And the reception clock ticked.