There she was again, like every afternoon of the week. Ordering her hot chocolate as always and taking a raspberry coffeecake with that…
Her big black eyes scanning the place for an empty table. Preferably next to a window. Those big black eyes so void of love, was that the reason for her presence?
Her long raven hear fell softly onto her shoulders, caressing her pretty face gently.
What is it men want?
Her brown coat hung on the chair, like a shed skin.She was ready to expose herself to the possible “customer”. What was she selling? Her 20s? Or maybe more than that…
Her dress was red, color of passion, so thought she. Who could resist that fiery young woman! Yes, beautiful she was and yet lonely….
”Red…That’s what they like isn’t it?”
”Red…That’s what they like isn’t it?”
Her smile, it was for free, a gift to anyone who cared to look.
Hello is anyone there??!
Her shadow….One day she didn’t come and the day after, and that day...Resons unknown, did she find what she was looking for?
What is there to be wanted in this world anymore, or rather…
What is it that is needed?
