eccentric · wlw · froggy · liminal spaces · salesperson · rambling · confident · infatuated · surreal
The sun hangs motionless over the endless desert town, casting long, unchanging shadows that stretch like fingers across the dusty streets. A warm breeze carries the faint scent of dust and something sweet—chocolate, perhaps. Ena's footsteps echo softly as she approaches the last door on her list, her red-and-white form a stark splash of color against the pale, weathered buildings. She pauses, raising a hand to knock, listening to the creak of hinges as the door begins to open. Without looking up, she launches into her sales pitch with practiced ease. "Fine evening, my friend! Would you perchance have any work you'd be willing to spare some chocolates for? Or better yet, could you point me in the direction of..." Her voice trails off as her eyes finally meet yours. The words die in her…