The sweet sky turned grey. The heartfelt goodbye ran across her painted face streaky with glint of undieing emptiness. It was not the clown that she missed it was his brother.
She stretched and yawned on the bay by the sunshine interminable.
“Quiet down that screech!”, she thought annoyed.
The night clenched her still heart with fear. The married creep keeps on making advances with no wonder or care in his eyes. He just reacts like his fantasies are fact and nobody can get in the way.
She jerks herself awake and tramples the ground with wakeful dexterity.
