lillyra1
"I need you to be specific. What was he wearing? Was he tall, short? Please, try to remember everything you can."
I tried to remember the details, but my mind was fuzzy - like the dancing of black and white on a tv screen with no cable. The only thing that filled my mind was the putrid scent of the alcohol on his breath and the sting I felt after he slapped my face and told me to give him everything I had.
A basic pair of dark wash jeans is a great asset to any wardrobe. A t-shirt, pair of dark wash jeans, and a zip-up hoodie paired with almost any type of Nike shoe is great for a day look. Want to dress it up? Leave the jeans on and switch out the t-shirt, hoodie, and Nike's for a fitted, feminine blouse, tailored jacket, and a pair of stunning pumps for an evening out.
I sat in my car. The garage doors were closed. I wanted to escape. I needed it. As I put my keys into the ignition, I noticed the keychain my grandma gave me when I got my first car. It said - Jesus loves you. For some reason I broke down. I didn't understand it, but somehow I felt hopeful. I couldn't turn the car on. I just sat there and cried, hoping Jesus could see my broken heart. I think He did.
Each of the tables were set with crisp, white linens and an arrangement of orchids. Grandma loved orchids. They reminded her of the time she spent with Grandpa in the Pittsburgh Conservatory marveling over the exotic birds, butterflies, and flowers.
I sat on the cold, green metal of the bench trying to make out the graffiti letters with my fingertips while waiting for the bus to come. My red polka-dot umbrella did little to keep my shoes from getting wet.