She was a young blossoming woman who would be an unattainable aspiration for every man, be it a businessman with a one-million-dollars credit card hiding inside of his pocket, be it a handy man with a shabby pouch alarming of his economic status. She obscured her age in the vivid exuberance of youth; the movie-star appearance with a flaming red lipstick, she would be incompatible on the red carpet, shining among the others. When she glanced at me, I drown into her eyes which reminded me of a passion of a hunter, her bullets constantly pierced my weak heart. She was a fatal, fatal woman.
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Series of Descriptions: The Walk
No FicciónThis is one piece from the series of my descriptions called "The Walk." Thank you for reading and leaving your comments:) Warm wishes, -Arina N.
