There was something graceful yet so simple about her. She stood no taller than 5'6 and her hair was the rich and deep color of Auburn, it fell down to the middle of her back in glossy tight curls. She wiped her small hands in the fabric of the yellow smock tied around her small waist.
"Can I help you?"
Her voice sliced through the quiet and cold winter air so delicately that it made the uncertain Arabella take a step back.
Arabella swallowed the saliva in her mouth and then tightly gripped onto her duffel bags straps. Wholeheartedly, she regretted the choice she had made and she wasn't sure whether to back away or to go through with it.
The woman furrowed her thin eyebrows together. The light brown freckles scattered on her pale face moved in synch with her facial expressions.
Arabella threw her shoulders back and stood tall before she cleared her throat. The woman clasped her hands together in front of her thighs waiting to see what the young girl standing on her porch had to say.
Arabella politely smiled, "I'm actually looking for someone." She calmly explained to her.
The woman placed a hand on her chest, "Can I ask who?"
Arabella sighed, "Anthony." She curtly stated, "Anthony Huxtable."
She frowned at the strange request, "Well actually, he won't be home until later you see but..." She trailed off as she studied Arabella closely, "I can tell him you came looking for him, miss..."
The woman trailed off again. She knew she had seen Arabella before and it wasn't from a photograph.
She had seen her every day for 10 whole years.
It was those eyes. The same ones her husband had, darkened and difficult to read.
"Arabella, you can tell him Arabella came to see him." Arabella had broken the silence that was created with her sharp rasp voice, "His daughter."
The woman wasn't surprised, she expected as much. The woman looked around the neighborhood and stepped back into her home, "Please come in, you'll catch a cold."
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Nina stared at her reflection in the brightly lit vanity before her. She looked at her tired skin that was no longer as youthful as it used to be. She sighed as she focused on the light wrinkles beneath her eyes that years of expensive plasma facials managed to halt for the time being. She lightly touched her face with the tips of her fingers. She traced around the smile lines by her mouth and pulled them back.
"I need fillers." She muttered to herself when the door to the restroom opened.
Stanford came out along with the visible steam. The towel wrapped around his waist hung low leaving nothing to the imagination.
She watched from the mirror as her husband let his towel fall to the floor.
She took in a deep breath.
She had to stay strong.
"I know what you're trying to do." She plainly called out to him, Stanford looked at her and met her gaze through the mirror.
He raised his eyebrow up at her, "Oh yeah?" A coy smile painted itself on his lips.
Nina rolled her eyes, "You're still not allowed to sleep in here." She reminded him as she grabbed one of her nightly moisturizers and examined it.
Stanford scoffed as he pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and then his gray sweatpants, "You know honey-"
"You really want me to cut your dick off in your sleep don't you?" The boredom in her tone made her sound all the more threatening.
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STARGIRL
General Fiction"Her lips are like the galaxy's edge, and her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place" (AM). - Every time he looked at her, he could feel his heart breaking. She was the girl with the gleam in her eyes plucked from the stars themselve...
