RICKY'S RETURN

Here we have our protagonist

A young looking male

slim cut figure

short brown hair

unkept face

in contrast to a neck looking immaculately shaved

wearing grey tracksuit bottoms exposing his bare feet

a plain white t rests is in touching distance of his torso

and drops just below his waist

Placed perfectly between two speakers

his two ears appear primed to receive the rap rhythms

being delivered from a Klashnekoff CD

he's currently on track number 6,

and hasn’t moved an inch,

since the intro on track 1

rattled the 2 small PC speakers,

side by side a opened laptop

like 2 servants flanking a king,

failing badly at masquerading as bass bins

The speakers emit a distorted rattle

struggling to deal with the low-fi frequencies,

the young man's hand grabs a cd placed next to the right speaker,

scanning the cover he tuts and shakes his head,

throwing the best of genesis cd onto to an empty bed near to the chair

the bed is stripped bare no blanket duvet or pillow case

lying next to the chair is a plastic crate

stacked full of cd's

a further independent CD tower sits delicately balanced next to his right knee

behind the chair 3 large cardboard boxes are stacked on top of each other

the flaps of the top box are open exposing the contents to the ceiling

enter the antagonist

possibly mid forties

5ft something female

long blonde hair trying to shine with fading highlights

minimal amounts of makeup

she wares a turquoise fleece jacket and blue jeans

bare feet slipping comfortably into well worn maroon slippers

she completes the look with a steaming mug of tea

standing in the doorway of the room she looks at the young man,

with his back to her sat in the chair,

eyes fixed on the laptop screen,

she then looks up and down at the stacked cardboard boxes,

she breathes

and raising her voice she says

"Ricky love, would like a cup of tea"?