/lit/ - Literature

I hear a small tap at the passenger window. I turn my head and see a statuesque blonde with ringlets of gold hair piled high on her head. Her pale blue eyes twinkle in the dim light. Her manicured finger raps gently on the glass. I crack the window.

“Hi! I’m Annabelle. Shh. Can I come in? Let’s go!” She says with a cloyingly girlish voice.
I unlock the door . She quickly hops into the back seat. The scent of lilac hits me all at once. Not any lilac, the expensive stuff. It was intoxicating. Her soft pink shrug seems to glow in the street lights. A bright smile graces her pink lips. She bats her long eyelashes at me cutely, gently tilting her head like a confused dog.

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