The Darkness:
Clutching a mug of iced Americano, I watch as a group of women are laughing on their way to a truck. The purple-haired woman catches my attention, her laughter a jingle to my already wretched heart. From the sidewalk facing Chiara’s bakery, I can see all of them.
But, they can’t see me. That’s always the best part, watching someone when they don’t even know you are there. The ginger haired one is Irene, hell, I almost stabbed her outright, the other raven haired woman with too much make-up is Naya, so poised and collected, she reminds me of someone I used to know.
And, the sandy blonde haired woman is Chiara; she looks too gentle and young to be twenty-four: She is one of those people who looks like they can’t hurt a fly, but then again, looks can be deceiving, she’s marri
