14: A different heart
Blue :
The stench of cheap perfume, alcohol and cigarettes clings to the peeling wallpaper and dirty curtains like a second skin, unbearably strong and gut wrenching.
Somewhere upstairs, a girl laughs too loud, a feigned excitement edging her voice. Another noise of laughter echoes in the air, followed by footsteps.
I turn to the corridor, a half naked woman is leaning against the door, pushing the man over 40 out of the room.
“Times up” she chirps, slamming the door shut in his face. I almost laugh at the customer's face of disappointment but hold it back once he begins to approach the desk.
“You don't look too bad. How much do you charge?” He asks and I clench my fist.
“I'm just a receptionist, Sir”
“Oh you can be more than that” He muses, moving around the
