MarthaBee
The colour reverberates. It draws you in, almost magnetic. You can't pull away. It's addictive, but nothing like a drug. It's dark but vibrant. Magnetic magenta
From darkness. Prodigal son.
I stood there waiting, in such a panic. I thought I could feel a sweat drop, crawling down from my frow. But nothing. A built man in a grey pin stripped suit came out.
He saw right through me, measured me ...up....down. God was my fly undone?