on the dashboard. The old woman who had snipped the handcuffs with his bolt cutter was standing on her own doorstep on the other side of the street, still baffled by the incident. He leaned down in the seat and lifted the waist of his trousers, gingerly unzipping the fly. He pulled the material away from his skin, and it came away without any pain. He lifted the elastic of his underpants and squinted down inside. His skin was flamingo pink, clashing with the dark mound of his pubic hair. He touched it lightly, expecting some of it to come away on his fingers. It didnât. There was a sudden knock on his window. The womanâs face was pressed up against the glass. He jumped. He pulled his trousers up. âYouâre not going to go to the police, are you?â she said, shouting, her knuckles rapping on the glass. Aaron put his seatbelt on and started the engine. As he did the woman became more frantic. âPlease?â she said. âDonât go to the police. It was a mistake. I didnât mean anything by it. Iâm sorry.â Aaron forced himself to look into her eyes. They were the same eyes heâd seen in the photograph in her office, happy but tinted with a spongy sadness. âAre you?â she said. âPlease donât.â Aaron put the van into first. He looked ahead. Let her stew, he thought.
About the Author
Rachel Trezise was born in the Rhondda Valley in 1978. She studied at Glamorgan and Limerick Universities. Her first novel In and Out of the Goldfish Bowl was a winner of the Orange Futures Prize. Her first collection of short fiction Fresh Apples won the EDS Dylan Thomas Prize. Her documentary about Welsh rock band Midasuno, Dial M for Merthyr, was published in 2007. Her second novel Sixteen Shades of Crazy will be published by HarperCollins in 2010.