Zodiac

Undesirable

She had a list of names. Isn't that how it all starts. A list. A list of grievances a list of the dead her list was to long, her list kept growing no end in sight. to many women gone missing, to many dead, to many that suffered because too many couldn't see them as a human being, instead they saw a toy they could own, fuck, and throw away. Not flesh but plastic. To many women that disappeared in the night, voices that howled their pleas in the wind to ultimately end up voiceless. She owned a list of ghosts.

The older woman sat on the street the heat seeping through her clothes making her skin clammy. Her salt and pepper hair curled around her forehead. sweat beaded up through her pores rolling off her skin. She wiped her forehead smudging dirt across her skin. Her legs propped up on the on the bottom of her shopping cart. Many passing by did their best to avoid eye contact. Kept a certain distance like she was a virus. In all the bustling people the march of feet no one looked at her long enough to notice the gun peeking out of her dingy coat she got up slowly massaging her knee her long and wrinkled fingers grabbed onto the cart. And the sound of a bullet firing had the crowd taking a visible pause until screams filled the air some running some crouching low. She joined the panic of the masses hobbling off with her shopping cart. Sirens sounded as blood spilled in the streets. Never underestimate the invisible.