Ballerina

This is one o’clock in the afternoon. Jennifer is crumpling in herself and waiting in corner of an alley to get the drug. She repeatedly is looking at her watch. She is f oating helplessly in the corner of that alley, trapped in one thing that however, far she goes; she cannot escape what she once was. She is stumbling around and at the end of her tether. She is sitting there and keen to rake on the chance of making it to work out. … Across the street, there is an old woman with her basket, standing at the bus-stop. Some bastards young desperate trying to get the basket from her, but the old woman … grasped the basket from them. Jennifer was observing that whole the time which, almost she forgot for a second what she was doing there! A little smile congealed on her lips. A red convertible BMW with three black, curly hairs and pretty athletic which there was bunch of gold necklace hanging around their necks arrived at the place. They parked their car around the block. Ray, the leader of the gangs said to one of his guys: “Hey, man. Take this and give it to her. You better go from behind, take the alley and go around. I don’t want she sees you. You got it?”