Flitting between tube stops and taxis. I’m a girl you’ll only see once. You look up from your coffee. Flash of red shoes, a black spotty skirt, ‘Your bill sir’ you turn your head, I’m gone already.
I’m in disguise. On the run if you will. Pistol in my handbag. Blare of sirens behind me. Click. I open my bag. Slip on my glasses. Good job it’s sunny. They’re coming towards me. I stop, heart beating. Voices on their radio. ‘Excuse me miss.’ They walk past.
I breath out. Smile smug. Buy a paper. Hide behind it. I’ll never get caught.
Thanks for reading. This is my new project. I’m trying to link fashion with fiction. This idea came to me whilst I was getting dressed one day, and I realised that I was basing a story on the outfit I wanted to wear. Almost like playing dress-up.
Please let me know what you think in the comments below. Top and handbag from Tkmaxx, skirt from Cow, tights from h&m and shoes from Marks and Spencer’s.
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