The Writer halted in front of the pile. “Miss, are you okay?” Nothing. He waited. “Can I help you?” He surprised himself by saying it. He hadn't asked the question in...years? Ever? The woman arched and pulled the hood tight around her head, smashing red hair to both sides of her face. The Writer noticed a tattoo of a cobweb on her neck that trailed down her sternum and disappeared.
Tire Center Christmas (Part 3)
Tire Center Christmas (Part 3)
Tire Center Christmas (Part 3)
The Writer halted in front of the pile. “Miss, are you okay?” Nothing. He waited. “Can I help you?” He surprised himself by saying it. He hadn't asked the question in...years? Ever? The woman arched and pulled the hood tight around her head, smashing red hair to both sides of her face. The Writer noticed a tattoo of a cobweb on her neck that trailed down her sternum and disappeared.