amy winehouse and me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
flash fiction. is this rehab or somewhere else?

Submitted: March 10, 2017

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So this is rehab....and clearly not the celeb spa holistic detox type either judging by the shabby mismatched furniture, brown lino floor and cabbage/ dust/ cheap bleach smell.

Can’t remember them bringing me in, welI I can’t remember anything much of the last few months. But - I feel good! Not high or speeding......light.

‘Oh, blondie, don’t bother trying the doors, they’re locked’

No!

Are you....?

‘Yeah, doll don’t worry about it’

Despite no makeup, and hair falling in soft black waves, glass green eyes sparkle - it’s unmistakeably Amy.

‘I like it here- I feel safe, think I’ll stay’ she smiles.


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