The metallic taste of blood is still in my mouth when I slowly start walking back to the trailer. I wipe the blood from my lip with the back of my hand.
I stand there for a second, watching the taillights disappear through the trees, then I turn and walk toward the narrow path that leads home.
The porch light is off when I reach the trailer.
I unlock the door and step inside, and the familiar stale air wraps around me like a thin blanket.
I walked over and turned the kitchen light on which barely lit up the tiny space that I was standing in. It was something that I recognised straight away. How dim the room was compared to the big classy ballroom and house that I had just come from. I couldn’t help but stand there leaning against the bench with a glass of water and think about how sel
