; ————— > starter for @fructosellie { gotta listen when the
devil’s calling ------ ;; }
she didn’t hear the glass shattering, instead, time around her seemed to slow down almost double time and yet, in the same moment, sped up so nonchalantly that she was reeling in the aftermath. she’d been on her way home in the late night, pleasantly tipsy with the soft bitterness of red wine staining the inside of her painted lips a deep crimson; the summer heat was only slightly sticky in the air and it left a gentle sheen of sweat across her exposed shoulders and chest. but the glittering dress she had been wearing was now dyed with sticky, thick red blood that dripped from the gash at her temple. shards of glass twinkled back at her from around her feet, almost mockingly.
the seamstress was gazing dazed at her outstretched palms, now wet with blood after confusedly patting at the place she’d been hit. they’d taken her little clutch bag, and with it, her phone and wallet. robbed. although perhaps she really shouldn’t have been walking home alone like that. some baffled onlookers were watching, horrified to see the bleeding. slowly jess regained some composure, turning around, she put wide eyes on the closest bystander behind her.
“excuse me, darling ---” she begins, voice a little lost to the wind still. “could i borrow your phone to call an ambulance?”
