t was three in the morning and I walked down Smaug Avenue. A woman passed me. Attractive, a tight red dress that wrapped smoothly around her body, a shy smile on her lips. She looked on the ground while she passed me.
It was instinct. Pure instinct. I turned and looked. From behind even better than from the front. With a guilty smile I looked forward again.
I don’t know why I looked a second time. A second time my head turned and my upper body followed.
She just stood there. The dress was still tightly wrapped around her backside. Her body was still turned towards the front. But her head was turned to me. She grinned but her mouth and teeth were too large for her face.
That night I ran. I don’t think she followed me. And I don’t think she needed to. Continue reading