Bang Up: Prison walls don't just keep criminals in, the keep the outside world at bay by Karen Woods

Author:Karen Woods
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Empire Publications
Published: 2016-06-09T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Rachel gazed out of the window at Sarah’s gran’s house. It was a nice compact bungalow out of the way in a respectful rural area. There were so many plants in the garden, a bloom of bright colours. This was nothing like her garden - that was a jungle. Fuck all grew there except weeds and the odd dandelion. Rachel had never been into gardening, although sometimes she wished she had green fingers. It looked so calming when she watched other people doing it and thought it could be the answer to her stress levels. It was too much like hard work though, a headache in her eyes; cutting grass, pruning flowers, feeding the lawn. No, she was alright with her barren garden. The cycles and old motorbikes in her front garden added culture onto her lawn, at least that’s what she told everybody who commented on it. The housing were always onto Rachel about tidying it up but she never listened, she told them she’d do it when she was ready, she never did. But today, for some strange reason, she was fixated on every flower and petal she cast her eyes on. She loved flowers and the scents from them, sweet calming aromas. The last time anyone had ever bought her flowers was longer than she could remember. They were all tight cunts her former lovers and they wouldn’t part with a fart, buying her flowers was the last thing on their minds and they would much rather have shared a spliff with her instead of giving her a romantic gesture. Gary had given her the odd bunch but he never paid for them. He was a right tight arse. I mean, proper tight. The kind of guy who would do anything rather than put his hand in his pocket, he was as tight as a fish’s arse. At first Rachel thought that he was a romantic guy. Every night he was coming home with a new bunch of flowers for her, and we’re talking huge spray of flowers here, not just a few stalks. She thought he was madly in love with her. Nobody had ever showed her love this way before. It was only when she read a card shoved down the side of the cellophane wrapper that she uncovered what a low-life sly sad bastard her boyfriend really was. She had to laugh when she thought back about it though, he’d pulled the wool right over her eyes. What a hard-faced fucker he was. “Rest in peace, Auntie Mabel. We love and miss you. Love Janice and family,” it read. That night she steamed right into him and whacked the dead woman’s flowers right over his napper. She knew it was too good to be true. He was a scruff with no morals or respect for the dead.

Rachel thought about the next time she would ever receive any flowers. It would probably be when she was six feet under. Who would turn up to her funeral anyway? Everyone she had ever loved had turned against her.

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