Faceless

Faceless

What most annoys quiet, like a gray mouse, grandma? Of course, loud party at its very thin wall, which becomes unbearable to 2 am. Loud drunken cries, a small scuffle. Kick a chair against the wall and painfully familiar sound spilled wood. A grandmother sits by inserting tampons in their ears. She nobody will say anything, she understands the neighbors, because her childhood was a hair's breadth as youth of her favorite housemates. And it was some 50 years ago.

She's in a skirt, was significantly different from all others who have come to the feast. Everybody who was here were similar to each other like two peas in a pod. Gray jackets and similar colors, long skirts. All gray and dreary. Only our old lady in her short yellow mini skirt.

In the orange socks, green shoes and a purple topic. Raunch you say? It is true, but it does not matter. After all, this entire outfit – a bright sign of protest against everything. The consistency of the Faceless existence against slozhivscheysya system, this protest and all the rest is not important. The clock is five minutes 12. Soon the new year. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer, a punch is noisy, but can not hear someone else's ear. She knows that happen in five minutes, she knows this one, even the rest and assume they can not. Bom Bom … Bom … … catch up with the minute hand a little. The deafening noise of the wall draws attention to all the participants in the direction of door. They stood by surprise. They were able to forgive her for all her looks, her difficult character, its harmful habits, but not what awaited them …

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