Stockings Snippet

the bus clattered along. her wizened face ended in red lips, matching her jaunty jacket. suddenly she stuck out her two legs like a schoolgirl to inspect her bumpy, black stockings. her lips pursed and her eyebrow arched at a run along her shin. then resigned, she recrossed her legs and the years folded back in.


About gwenamon

bookworm, confidante, creative director, cyclist, global wanderer, music lover, shutterbug, shoe shopper, snowboarder, writer, yoga geek. i'm also a very proud mama of a lil mister named james.
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