In The Room
She was tall, and slender, with ash brown roots marring her golden hair. She sauntered elegantly as she walked, slowly and justified, across the floor to the bar where she positioned herself, rather discreetly for a woman of her lifestyle, on a cracked leather barstool. She didn't know it but her secrets stank on her like bad cologne in the lush bathroom of a posh hotel the grew from up the ground in a big city. And like the stench of her secrets, her dreams, crushed and dead as they were,... Sign in to see full entry.