2.2
She slid open the door to the balcony and stepped outside. The view was impressive in a modern kind of way, the jacarandas and the gum trees, the suburban rooftops and the Perth city skyline to the west. There was a satisfying depth of field, pleasing variations of height, but the light was too brash and the detail too bland to warrant the sharpening of a pencil.
She was about to lean over the concrete wall to survey the ground below when she noticed a black bin liner in the far corner of the balcony. Loosely knotted, the blowfly buzzing around was sure to find a point of entry. She picked up the bag by its knot and recoiled, the distinct smells of rancid food and rotten meat so strong she caught her breath. She went and propped open the front door, dashed back for the bag and hurrie
