5
Road Trip
Some maniac was ringing the doorbell. Lucy hauled herself up out of bed. She lurched zombie-like for the bedroom door, striking her forehead on the frame as she missed the opening by a couple of inches.
‘Hang on, I’m coming!’ she shouted, her voice gravelly from the goodbye cigar Melanie had wanted to share, her stomach churning from the kebab she had eaten on the way home. It didn’t matter that from her third floor flat the only person who would hear was the grumpy old man who lived downstairs. As the bell rang again, Lucy thought about just pulling it off the wall and going back to sleep, but the visitor might be someone important. She doubted it, but it might. Perhaps someone had seen her vomiting in the street and thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. He
