FIND THE FACE 


By Tessa Harvey


    "He made me have an abortion." Jill blurted out to her sister, grabbing her arm hard. The fingers clenched so tight, Ainslee winced.
    She glanced round the dark city street. A few blokes were staggering away from the nearby pub. One vomited in the gutter. The rancid smell drifted towards them. "Look, get in the car. I'll drop you off."
    "Who made you have an abortion?" Ainslee spat out the last word as though it was something unmentionable and unclean. She indicated to a deserted street, and pulled out drifting along slowly.
    "Ben did, the paramedic."
"Well, so what? You were a fool to get caught."
"I wanted the baby." Jill's voice sounded small and sad. "I like children."
"Well, why didn't you keep it? I would have helped." This was said very grudgingly and both women knew it was a lie.
    Ainslee glanced at her sister's tear-stained face and felt an unusual compassion for her. She looked so much like her, but was weaker in every way. Jill fumbled with the car door. "Thanks Ainslee," she mumbled, "I'll be okay. I just told everyone I had flu."
    Ainslee thought some of the guys would love to teach that bloke a lesson. Jill isn't the first. Wait until he isn't hiding behind his uniform. Nothing too serious - after all, that's my sister.

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