Anna just stared out of the window, watching the snow fall onto the street below, the flakes appeared yellow under the soft glow of the street lights. She looked like a model from the 90's, after twenty years of hard partying. Her hair was a brittle bottle blonde, over bleached and abused, with a heavy scent of nicotine. Cigarettes were one of her major food groups, and probably what was keeping her so painfully thin, that and the chocolate laxatives that were sticking out of her handbag.
The kettle clicked, her sister Claire filled up the rosebud teapot and took down two cups from the cupboard.
Claire used to envy Anna's celebrity lifestyle, after she had spent her 20's having kids and holding down various part-time admin jobs. Now she just felt sorry for Anna, a washed up C-list celeb who spent her days living in a dream world.
