Miss Roberts

Derek – the true story

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My luxury one bedroom apartment

The heroin addict smashed the rooms up in a rage and disappeared. Police men came. Impressive karate kicks were flung at the doors, just in case, then they had a cup of tea. The one with the gentle face  told me “get out of here love, get yerself down to the town hall and tell ’em they’re to give you a place to live”. I did. And after the necessary form filling I was allocated a top floor one bedroom flat on a small council estate. To me it was a luxury apartment! So much so that I felt guilty and worried endlessly about what I’d done to deserve it. How had I gone from a squat in White City with the bath under the kitchen table and the toilet outside, to this nice clean warm flat all to myself?  At night I lay in bed worrying, had I without realizing made a deal with the devil?  Then the banging started.

To be continued…

Part 2

Written by Miss Roberts

March 9, 2011 at 12:28 am

Posted in Autobiographical

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  1. Ah – wonderful 🙂

    Cos Chapman

    March 10, 2011 at 7:39 am

  2. […] The heroin addict smashed the rooms up in a rage and disappeared. Police men came. Impressive karate kicks were flung at the doors, just in case, then they had a cup of tea. The one with the gentle face  told me "get out of here love, get yerself down to the town hall and tell 'em they're to give you a place to live". I did. And after t … Read More […]

  3. […] imagine you who have followed this Derek story think it to be just a story, a made up piece of slightly odd fiction. It’s not though. It is […]

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