= FOUR =
Black coat and white gloves garnish someone who has long forgotten her own pride. The evident stain across her waist denounces her lack of care, of, perhaps, self-love.
I wonder if life has turned its back on her as much as she seems to have turned hers on life. I wonder if anyone notices her, or if all they see is that hideous stain.
She's heading back home after a long day. Her sad eyes drift away into infinity as her mind revisits that secret place where she forgot what the meaning of happy was. She knows her ride will soon be over.
She senses the motion of the train indicating its next stop and clenches her fist so to have a better grip of her pretty handbag. Red.
Off she goes. All darkness around her red redemption: the last sign of the woman she once was.
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