Petra K And The Blackhearts (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
I got out of bed and peered out my small attic window, which looked out over the neighborhood. Dim paraffin street lamps burned through the misty air. Raucous drinking chants of people leaving the pubs, and the shouts of children playing late in the street, rose from the dark crevasses below. Somewhere out there, life was happening without me. I opened my mouth and hissed, in imitation of a dragonka. I wished I had doused myself with the perfume as well. My classmates had been on a wild adventure, due to me, alone in my attic—left out, even from tragedy. Then I saw something curious. Zsofia, walking alone, through the streets of Jozseftown below me. She seemed to glow in a dull gold light, ghostlike. It was impossible. She lived on the other side of the river, in the Palace District. There was no way her parents would have let her out this late, to wander around alone in Jozseftown. I called out, but she must not have heard me, because she kept going. I needed to follow her. Mother was most likely asleep, and if she wasn’t, I would not be hearing from her until she needed her morning tea.
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