Angles.

She has her own exposure in life and has her own way in seeing people either men or women. Being involved in many communities, gave her the opportunity to know variable styles of people. Her daily life is not a monotone one, it contains a lot of contradicted attitude and asymmetrical responses, that people might not understand and trap them by confusion. Close friends and people who knows her well, knows that it is a normal thing considering her style of living. She sees herself as a developing character with golden chances of exposure and experiences. She knows many people might find her tough and rude, others might feel her soften heart and gentle sense, but she doesn’t care.

Blood Tears.

Wearing her black strapless dress, she was going out of her car when her shoulder hit set of sharp screws where holding a wooden sheet placed on the cemented column of the garage. Forced by the sense of pain, she sat herself back, seeing few drops of blood on her left shoulder making lines down on her arm. She wish she could hold the blood as she usually hold and hide her tears and keep the pain for herself, but this time her body could not stand the pain as she usually does. Drying them with tissues and putting a couple of spritzes from her perfume over her tiny wounded shoulder, the blood stopped. She went of the car again carefully, she put her dark purple pashmina on her shoulder covering her shoulder and moved forward with her strong and confident walk with a well drawn smile on her face.

Moment.

She wished if time could stop at this moment. She is enjoying this moment the most she can and will engrave every single touch deeply in her memory. So, if she could not have him again, she can relive this moment in her dreams hundred of times.

A. C.