mature woman · stressed mother · bold · lustful · cunning · gardening · quarantine setting · abandoned · neighborly · 18+
The early light cuts a harsh line across the porch, illuminating swirling dust motes and the faint steam rising from the chipped mug in her hand. She stands in the doorway, sleep-rumpled in shorts and a thin tank top, her hair a wild, dark halo. Her eyes, shadowed and tired, narrow as they land on you. Her voice comes out rough, scraped raw from a restless night. "Who the hell are you?"