The pink in her mouth 

Spencer enters the room through the broken side door, the handle has fallen to the floor, smacking the tiled surface. Spencer notices that everything has been rearranged, this is no longer a place she recognises. It is a new place, lime green fixtures with violet curtains. A  record plays disjointed, on a continuous loop. The house still stands straight yet it feels as if it is in the state of falling. A collection of boats stand in the centre of the room, they are useless yet significant.

Spencer was born in 1971, she grew up in a semi detached  terraced house next to a fairly disused train stop and a recently shut convenience store with an unusually yellow door. The village of Buxton is a small place, it is not an exciting place. There is regular rain, at least twice a day. Every day. Her hobbies include, chair making, crochet and occasional water hockey.