As the sun slowly slipped above the horizon, illuminating the baggy and battered eyes of those left on the streets, Giles’ mind got to thinking about the woman he’d met several hours ago. He’d caught a brief glimpse of her id card when she’d spoken with him. He didn’t know her name, except that it started with a ‘V’. He’d been able, however, to see her job title. It’d been stenciled neatly on the paper that’d been on her clipboard. She was a Nutritionist. He had to find out her name. He had to find out more about her. By the time he’d unlocked the door to his one-bedroom abode in the Concordia ghetto, thoughts of her had infected his brain.
As the six o’clock sun penetrated the bedsheet he’d hung as a curtain, his eyes were closed while he m*********d to her. He brought himself close, sof
