Romance is dead

Inside

Rose was taken by surprise at the bright lights temporary blinding her with there intensity. It had been 1950 something when she was stabbed to death by a customer at The Inn . She never imagined​ that there could be so much lights and so much colours. The city had changed alot .

Far from the heat of hell she was welcome by a cool breeze . She savoured the moment her eyes fluttering with delight her body tingling with the sun's Ray.

Freedom.

This time she was going to do things differently . Rose made her way threw the street towards the bright city. Looking down at her black corset and red skirt piled high the too high heels. First and foremost a change of outfit .
Having realised she had no currency except her body she thought to herself 'one more time won't hurt ' nearing a dark alley she approached a man smoking a cigarette with a slight frown on his face , brown hair ruffled in the breeze. His green eyes avoided her .
Most men couldn't keep there eyes off her . Slightly insulted yet intrigued she lent against the brick wall facing towards him.
"Hey " she sucked on her bottom lip seductively.
"Err hi" he coughed into his sleeve.
"I don't suppose you could help me? I'm new here and I've no money . I'd do anything for a fair price"

Looking wounded he flicked his cigarette in the drain .
"How about I help you get some self respect lady" He stormed off.

Rose clip cloped after him.
"Hey Mr I didn't mean any harm. How bout u help a girl out and I help you? "
" You wanna help me? How bout you get me a job then "

Oh he was poor well go figure. So now feeling defeated Rose followed the man keeping her distance intill he neared a tall run down building .
"Look mister I'm sorry okay I just have no money no clothes, I need some assistance"
"There a shelter up the road from here blue building you can't miss it,that's the best I can do lady"

She nodded and continued walking to the blue building.

Pondering on the fact he asked for nothing from her,she got to the blue building and entered.

Woman dressed in pants here and baggy jumpers that hurt her eyes.
This wasn't the kind of help she had in mind.