RS, Author, Novelist on Nostr: nprofile1q…m93zc That one time she had dressed as an office worker, her dyed ...
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That one time she had dressed as an office worker, her dyed streaky blue hair in a bun, she'd worn a bleech green blouse with fake lace. It had whispered in an overloud voice that she didn't need a cubical to hide that she was a nobody. I had walked by her and she'd had to rush to catch me, clunky shoes a-clatter on the sidewalk, to shove a secret message into my hold that I manifestly didn't want.
Today? Well, today was different. The crime boss' "carrier pigeon" had finally gone insane. She'd spiked her hair into a crest that literally vibrated as she moved, sporting spikes glued with attention to individual streaks. Some were nearly white, others sky blue; an indigo one upfront had cracked. It sparkled in the sunlight like shattered glass. Pointing forward, it made me worry that if I let her come close, she might poke out my eye with it. The leather jacket and chains made her stand out in the university crowd as she marched up shouting at me. Me, the boss' favorite enforcer already late for her morning history class. Worse, a constable had noticed the crazy fem. As I began to sweat, he shook his head as he walked toward us to intervene.
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That one time she had dressed as an office worker, her dyed streaky blue hair in a bun, she'd worn a bleech green blouse with fake lace. It had whispered in an overloud voice that she didn't need a cubical to hide that she was a nobody. I had walked by her and she'd had to rush to catch me, clunky shoes a-clatter on the sidewalk, to shove a secret message into my hold that I manifestly didn't want.
Today? Well, today was different. The crime boss' "carrier pigeon" had finally gone insane. She'd spiked her hair into a crest that literally vibrated as she moved, sporting spikes glued with attention to individual streaks. Some were nearly white, others sky blue; an indigo one upfront had cracked. It sparkled in the sunlight like shattered glass. Pointing forward, it made me worry that if I let her come close, she might poke out my eye with it. The leather jacket and chains made her stand out in the university crowd as she marched up shouting at me. Me, the boss' favorite enforcer already late for her morning history class. Worse, a constable had noticed the crazy fem. As I began to sweat, he shook his head as he walked toward us to intervene.
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