‘ i need a room. ‘ no bags, no purse, nothing but the few twenty dollar bills tucked into the security of her stocking. ‘ i can pay, i just---- need to stay here for a night. ‘ perhaps what’s more ominous is the blood that stains certain areas of her white sundress. peculiar, peculiar, but there’s a mysterious charm that prompts one to help. ‘ i’ll need to wash my clothes, too. i------ ‘ quick ! make a convincing excuse ! you can’t tell him that you accidentally got angry and ate the guy on the street that was following you ! not to say the world isn’t a better place without him, though---- but that’s just all the noise that plagues your deepest, most inner thoughts. you’re afraid to admit it’s what you really think. ‘ i was painting. ‘ / @smotherd