jbmccormack
She sipped her no foam non fat latte in brief intervals. She walked down the busy street, knowing exactly where she was headed. The people parted in front of her like the Red Sea, though she looked ordinary enough.
The red textured sofa, stained with use, sat upright at the bottom of the staircase. It's insides--a skeleton of a mattress folded like an acrobat--already waited forlornly in the garage.