That little, black dress
By J. Keys
I can never quite tell what she’s about to say but it always ends up being something small and refrained with something more important that gets hidden or left behind. Maybe she isn’t sure or… she just can’t because of one thing or another. Maybe it’s this place; filled with sounds and smells and characters full of noises that all seem to repeat themselves and dictate an expectation that has neither any real authority or rule. It leaves little to break away or much else to make something new. Pitty.
She’s sweet and pleasant but… I don’t know… she emanates this kind of energy, like she’s trying to catch up or maybe get out. I really don’t know her so I can’t say for sure. I don’t know where she was going but the look she had, the way she looked… you wish you were the one going with her or the one she was going to see. Either way she looked incredible in that little, black dress.