She parted the curtains and watched all her life’s ‘ifs’ go trudging off down the road, wearing boots that were ill fitting, garish and just bloody useless. She didn’t bother seeing if they made it to the corner or if there was a pitiful straggler she could invite back.She turned what seemed a very big, shiny key in the lock and then brought her mouth to the palm of her very capable(and beautiful )hand and snogged herself thoroughly. Now deliciously. A red flare blossom day.
Lipstick,toes and carnivore kisses!
‘Hello’ she said. And meant it.