twenty-eightIt was a warming Saturday and Indian summer ruled the City. Robin stood on the wide roof of Time & Space with one foot on the low, concrete curb that guarded the precarious edge. Exhaust fumes poisoned the air. The city snarl rumbled like the sound of creation. Looking over the edge, down into the alley of speeding Chronicle trucks, winos and detritus, she imagined swimming down through the snarl of fumes until she went splat on the asphalt.
She moved back towards the center of the roof and sat down on the edge of a beaten up, outdoor chaise. She wore a navy blue, two piece swimsuit that made her look even skinnier than she was and did nothing to disguise her pale white skin. She squeezed Sea & Ski suntan lotion into one hand and spread it over her shoulders and ashen legs. Sh
