She was alone and her demeanor quite carefree. It made her a perfect mark, he smirked. He wondered what she looked like. Her lustrous, wavy hair cascaded down her shapely back, giving her a typically feminine look. Her fitted jeans and tight shirt enticed him further. He licked his lips and quickened his pace. She dropped something on the way, he noted. A crooked smile twisted his already scarred face. It gave him a perfect opening to chat up with her. He languidly picked up the small card.
The housekeeper walked in and blushed at the sight. It told her a mischievous story. She giggled to herself as she straightened the bedsheets and hummed a romantic tune. The crumpled satin sheets held the promise of a love fulfilled. The mirror must have been a witness to their trysts, she thought naughtily.
“Do you remember this?” He asked her while handing her a small piece of broken silver. She examined it, then looked at him in surprise. “Isn’t this the ...
This is a series of short stories titled Lost. Below are the links for the previous parts. Read Part I - Lost Read Part II - Memories Read Part III - Greetings Read Part IV - Strangers Read Part V - The Dinner Party Part VI - New Beginnings ...
As she looked around helplessly, a helpful passer-by informed her about the taxi strike. She glared at the creature who had dared to apprise her of reality as if he was personally responsible for her problems.