It's late at night and I'm waiting in a queue at a corner shop that is soon to close.
There's a young woman in front of me. The shopkeeper shakes her head and tells her that she can't help her and I'm ushered to the counter with my goods so that I’m standing next to the young woman. Please she asks again and once more the shopkeeper shakes her head.
Is he beating you again the shopkeeper asks, her hand rubbing at her chin.
I turn to look at the young woman and see that she’s crying. Her lower lip protrudes and trembles and she looks just like a little child as lank brown hair hangs down across her face as her head dips down slowly towards the floor.
How’s the baby?
The shopkeeper asks and there’s only tears and silence for her answer before a young man pushes open the door of the shop telling the young woman to fucking hurry up.
And then the young woman leaves the shop with the young man and they head off into the night and their future.