<strong>SJ at the Sunset</strong><br/>Sarah Jane still looked nervous for all her bravado it was still a thin veneer. “Fackin’ bones, because yeah I really want to ‘ave a look at vem don’t  I jast to make ve day even better. Fack me…” The girl ground her teeth a little and swallowed yet again trying not to show anything.<br/><br/>However the offer of food was the only thing that kept this young woman here, well her and the dog. “Look ve last shite I ate made me see fings…well at leat I fink it did…” Seriously the girl wanted food and indeed she was almost always hungry, but no one gave anything for nothing. “I am ‘ungry…” she admitted , “But I aint no bastard Charity case, me and ‘Orlicks make do…”<br/><br/>She turned to the man still close to the exit, a few years on the street had taught her that one. “Don’t fink I was followed, funny…it…he…couldn’t see me so vats why I ran.”  By now her back was against the door it was only the thought of pizza that kept Sarah Jane there. “Its Sarah Jane,” the girl said again, but giving more than they knew or could even understand she said “Not Sarah …SJ….and stick wotever on ve pizza, but watch ve chillies we like em bat it gives ‘Orlicks ve farts and worse. I dont 'ave noffin' yeah know money...and I dont do 'extra's."  Thus far SJ had managed not to sell herself for food and was not about to start that spiral to death...<br/><br/>“So ..” another swallow and still staying close to the huge dog “Wot ve fack did I see…wot was it? Cos i aint goin' inta sam fackin' loony bin...” All SJ knew was that she had the exit at her back....and she was hungry.<br/><br/><br/><em>this is not a dream</em>