The fresh wind kissed her moist cheeks bathed with faded rouge. The smudged mascara accompanied her glassy brimming eyes. Her hair messed and frizzy, dark as death and untamed. Her posture; boasting freedom and embracing sensuality. Confidence pulsating from her aura yet, those watery eyes, desperately trying to veil the bitter irony. Straight she stood, looking towards the racing traffic. The vivid symphony of dancing lights reflected from her glassy brimming eyes.

I tucked up my hoodie as the wind got brutal.

She pulled off a scarf from her posh leather skin handbag and put it around her blessed neck, yet another irony. Her fingernails, draped with blood-red nailpaint showcased her rock strong status of individuality. Her pale skin peeked through the ripped levis, while she pulled off a single from the pack of marlboro, her bony fingers crossed with the brown cigar butt sported a sophisticated boldness which whiffed around her like a pulsating soft-light.

Whether she needed a warm hand to hold or an ignited lighter, it was a bit tough to decide. I checked my pocket, yep it was the chance. Being a materialistic so-called human, I chose the lighter.

“Here”, I lighted her cigarette as smoke slipped out of her dry vapid lips. As close as I got to her, her strength of boldness and beauty sharpened in front of my very eyes. The smoke faded as her watery eyes emerged from the crowded symphony of lights. Her brown eyes, with a slight twitch indicated a friendly gesture. She carved out a flimsy smile and puffed up with a significant...