Ladies in the Window
She walked down the hallway, her scarlet hair flowed halfway down her back like molten lava. Men passed as if they knew she was going to be there, somehow they were magnetized to her, drawn to her unwillingly. She barely glanced in their direction, unaware of their presence and exsistence. She was being pulled somewhere, she hadn't a thought as to where she was headed, she just walked. Setting one long, lean leg out in front of the other gliding down the marbled tiles. The further she walked the... Sign in to see full entry.