April 23, 2011 by Marda
She stands on the same corner every Friday. Her white, 6 inch stiletto boots reflect the headlights of the oncoming cars, but none of them stop.
I can’t stop staring. I’ve only lived in this city, and on this block, for a few months … but I’ve seen Pretty Woman. My small town eyes are glued to her unflinchingly, just like the fake eyelashes on her face. She looks like a Barbie doll and for a moment, I wonder whether or not she is real.
Then a car pulls up. She gets in. I never see her again.
Maybe she found her knight in shining armor.