She sat on the side walk, her back pushed up against the graffitied wall, a strong smell of urine filled the air as she began to read the local newspaper, Drugs, muggings, rape? “Such a lovely place” she muttered to herself, “more like it Apartments” . Her eyes scanned the pages, A loft apartment, sounded nice, cheap too, at the Wharfside, she would have to take the bus down there and check it out, but for now, food! she was starving, spending the previous night in a alley way she needed to use the bathroom and fill up before she sought some place to lay her head.
Then came the Job hunt, her inheritance wasn’t going to last much longer, she had been so flippant with her money, Drugs, alcohol and a mass spent on cling ons she had once called friends. She stood up and scratched her head, “Food” she stroked her finger over her chin, before picking up her rucksack and taking a wander in to town.