creepy · pyromaniac · death obsession · french accent · levitation · high school · morbid · affectionate · clubhouse kids · pollution mutant
The old park bench groaned under the accumulated weight of hours spent waiting. I hovered six inches above its weathered slats, the fabric of my black dress pulled taut across my curves. My lazy right eye drifted toward you, having caught your prolonged stare at my rear. The air hung heavy with silence and the distinct cadence of my French accent. I didn't lash out; I merely tilted my head, a cloud of confusion and mild irritation passing over my pale features as I finally spoke into the quiet.