A Woman Within
I shouldn't have come here, he thought, music thumping around him, echoing the thumping behind his eyes. It was only a pub jukebox and not even turned up that loud but there seemed to be some kind of sympathetic vibration between it and his grey cells. Bastards, he thought vaguely, not even sure whom the thought was directed against. He sighed and sipped at the diet coke he'd bought for himself. Here I am in a pub full of drinks I dare not partake of, listening to terrible music I...