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Digging Deep
#WritcoStoryPrompt42
#Bruised
She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival afterall and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else.
Who is she to deceive? Everyone else included her psychopath roommate and a cat? Hell no, it would be better to take a walk.
If tonight goes well, then she can always have that blissful life she has always wish for. It was time to get out of this hellhole.
When she stepped into the street, a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her.
A sign tonight is just a torture like any other day.
A silent tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate not even in their wildest dream.
The car screeched to a halt few meters away from where she stood and a tall lean figure in a denim and sweatshirt stepped out of the car and looked to her with a frantic look of horror.
"Why the heck is the figure staring?"
"Does he except an apology from me?" She questioned silently as the figure stalked towards her with calculated step and vigor that is not so needed for that short distance.
She couldn't look up to face the figure in fear of being manhandled like she had been done to before, she took the time to wipe down at her wet muddy skirt, flicking out pebbles and dirts stain from the muddy water.
The figure stopped one yard away from her "Why are you walking alone at this time?"
"...uhmm...e-excuse me?" Her bewildered eyes flew from her murdered clothes to the figure's face like she had heard wrong.
The lamp street behind the stranger only provided a dark shadow contrast of the face but not totally covering his chilled jaws and well scultped lips that have spurted what she had never expected to hear.
"I am in no mood to repeat myself. But judging from your shock after this little accident, I guess I owe you a dress. Whatever reason you have chosen to dress like that to, I am sure you would be kick out or aside when you get there"
Mouth agape, she stared at the stranger, frozen in place with hands limp on her side. The stranger really hate repeating himself as he turned around towards his car and with a finality tone, he commanded
"Follow me"
© Ogunfalu Comfort
#Bruised
She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival afterall and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else.
Who is she to deceive? Everyone else included her psychopath roommate and a cat? Hell no, it would be better to take a walk.
If tonight goes well, then she can always have that blissful life she has always wish for. It was time to get out of this hellhole.
When she stepped into the street, a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her.
A sign tonight is just a torture like any other day.
A silent tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate not even in their wildest dream.
The car screeched to a halt few meters away from where she stood and a tall lean figure in a denim and sweatshirt stepped out of the car and looked to her with a frantic look of horror.
"Why the heck is the figure staring?"
"Does he except an apology from me?" She questioned silently as the figure stalked towards her with calculated step and vigor that is not so needed for that short distance.
She couldn't look up to face the figure in fear of being manhandled like she had been done to before, she took the time to wipe down at her wet muddy skirt, flicking out pebbles and dirts stain from the muddy water.
The figure stopped one yard away from her "Why are you walking alone at this time?"
"...uhmm...e-excuse me?" Her bewildered eyes flew from her murdered clothes to the figure's face like she had heard wrong.
The lamp street behind the stranger only provided a dark shadow contrast of the face but not totally covering his chilled jaws and well scultped lips that have spurted what she had never expected to hear.
"I am in no mood to repeat myself. But judging from your shock after this little accident, I guess I owe you a dress. Whatever reason you have chosen to dress like that to, I am sure you would be kick out or aside when you get there"
Mouth agape, she stared at the stranger, frozen in place with hands limp on her side. The stranger really hate repeating himself as he turned around towards his car and with a finality tone, he commanded
"Follow me"
© Ogunfalu Comfort
