she stared up at the abandoned tower block, feeling a sense of paranoia, as if someone was touching her lightly on the shoulders. Something told her straight away that this place was unsafe, & that she shouldnt have gone there. Mabey it was the numerous cracks in the walls, suggesting the tower unstable, or the beige sofa a couple of metres away, leant precariously againt the brick wall, faded & breaking at the seams. It was stained with what she had convinced herself was red wine, but in the back of her mind she knew it was blood, & she knew who's. The smell was making her nauseous, and reminded her of the seaweed & sushi her mother used to eat. She would have covered her mouth & nose, but she had to move the sofa to her car, before the police realized she had left the house.