The Real World Book Project: An experiment in fiction

Last week she went downstairs into her garage to see what was wrong with her hot-water system and she noticed someone had stolen the copper rings from it and had dismantled the entire thing. It was definitely a bad area, but it was affordable—so she lived there … at least until she could find a way out of it. Besides, it was close to the city where she worked with others like herself, it was almost a certainty that she would move on sooner or later. The developers had already rendered one block of flats because they caught ‘city glimpses.’ What they failed to tell the tenants who were dumb enough to buy these apartments was that the people who lived across the road were drug addicts, prostitutes and just about homeless, like Kimberly. This used to be the kind of area where all the worst of the worst head cases would wind up. Now, it had become the centre for Latte sipping social climbers, who were ever too conscious of self to notice the decaying nature of the societal structure around them.