Friday, November 12, 2010


Something in the way he moves attracts me like no other lover. Could that be the song playing on her head?

Instead there was silence. In and out.

She looked at the mirror and sighed. The make up was good. She suddenly started feeling her hair was sending wrong messages away. She looked old. She was all dressed up. All dressep up and no one would see it.

It’s a trap – she thought – a very well planned trap.

It felt like she lost control of her own life. Those conversations wore her down. She wanted to feel alive once again, that’s why the make up and everything. She left the toilet, pushed the clothes away, so she could sit on the bed.

All for nothing, she concluded.



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