Fighting with months of loneliness she decided to bite the bullet and go to the pub, but 6 months of solitude and microwave meals has made her into a woman she doesn't recognise in the bathroom mirror. A woman the others won't even offer their lipstick to in the toilet. No one wanted to hold her hand as she pissed, none of the other women even trued to kiss her in secret in the toilet cubicle. This broke her spirit, she was always so certain that this is what the other girls were up to, and it still never happened to her. She'd made herself look desperate but they just recoiled. They wouldn't even maintain eye contact as she asked yet another to pull her finger by the man selling lollies. This wasn't the world she remembered, this wasn't the world she longed for. She regrets locking herself away and now all she wants is to, in her words "live life to the dullest". Sheltered away from outsiders, she has even mastered just missing the postman by shouting "just leave it at the door I'll be down in a second". Sometimes she finds herself reportingbthe parcels as missing if she thinks the postman would ignore her in a social situation, but it still makes her feel guilty to do as she knows she can't be certain.
Josephine is one of my Ball Flickers made from Rat Tail, rat skin and duckling skin
