Pale as a ghost. Paranoid. Walking past the check in area…tip toe-ing, eyes rotating left to right. Does anyone notice? These steps are heavy, left right left right.
Earlier, you entered the door of a three story apartment complex. The first room to the left. Smoke filled room, and the lady beside the culprit (of the event), stated: “I’m looking forward to this”. She had dated the man, maybe a few months. They both wanted to pollute the mind of the innocent.
Once, twice, my eyes grew weary. Where in the hell is this going? Scatter brained.
… dot dot dot
A few pool tables lined the back. In the front, a bar area. Jukebox in between restrooms, frequented by the over served. “Come back with me”, she said. Now, this would be the second time I’ve entered this apartment complex. “Go right, instead of left.” She said. Her hair was an unusual shade of red, sandy. She handed me a magazine, which detailed a subject I was extremely unfamiliar with. And as she left the room to change, she asked me to choose.
The same apartment complex. The green, the red. Complicated. Cryptic.
