Wednesday, April 18, 2012


She finished reading her tabloid, and folded it away into her oversized purse. I suppose the crime scene photos were too intense for public consumption. She clutched her bag firmly, as every city-hardened woman would. She had long, blond hair that she couldn't stop flipping from one shoulder to the other. She shut her eyes, but kept her grip.

Surely there's something else in there.

No comments:

Post a Comment