She wore a delicately cute outfit, what there was of it. Sitting coolly, smoking one last cigarette before her flight, she stared out at the dark void of the early morning. Her perfume wafting to passerbys lending to the sensory barrage of sounds, smells and activity of the security zone. Bleached hair and an unnaturally even tan, revealed her older than her long legs and shoulders spilling from her halter jumpsuit would have implied.
Loving to Compromise:
Way back in physics class, the professor explained that there are 2 major theories of light behavior: a) traveling particles and b) traveling waves. I went home that night and devised my own theory: particles that travel in waves.
I Like Doormats:
At my first job interview, post graduation, I was given the results of a personality test that all applicants had to take. “You tend to be a doormat, but we can help with that.” What is so wrong with being accommodating, welcoming, and keeping other people from dragging a muddy mess around the world?