These are some stories

She Wore Faded Jeans The Color Of Weather

      She stood in the corner slightly leaning to the right. And wore a cobalt cable blue scarf that she had wrapped around five or so times to keep the ends from dragging when she walked to destination to destination. With that quite conviction she held so well. Her tank top hung off her barely ample bosom, just a film of fabric between her and the rest.

            She wore faded jeans the color of weather and eyes of only soft leather. And with every civilian that passed on by, she held eye contact two seconds too long, with an impassionate unparticular face that seemed to make others squirm and squiggle such as biology under a microscope. (and that made her smile, for reasons we can’t yet explain now).

            With as much fury and grace as a bird taking flight, she shoved off the wall and sauntered down the hall. Her scarf swaying at her ankles, matching her hips, but just a half a second off. She took a left out of the building and entered the fall air where the objects were still warm from summer. She continued her subtle stalk. To where? No where in particular, just maybe until out of sight. (then again just maybe not).