Forlorn II

The woman walked through the heating streets.

The sun was shining abruptly, but, strangely enough, one could not feel the warmth… Not today.

Seemingly, nature was on the woman’s side.

But there is one problem :

Nature manages to be on everyone’s side.

Other than that, the day seemed just fine.
One could see she was up-to-something, though.

Her pale skin had never been more pale.
Her hungry eyes were craving for more.
She opened the store. It was empty, except for the store-owner.

“How can I help you?” He asked

“I need one of this, not as expensive, though.”
She bestowed, whilst she pointed her long finger at the corner of the middle stand.

“I happen to have exactly what you are looking for, excuse me –“
He forced a smirk in his face, then proceeded on his way backstore.

The woman sat in a wooden chair, looking straight.
She waited, patiently. She never complained, nor hurried the man.
Time was not a matter to be bothered about.



She kept looking forward.



Finally, the man came out.
“This one is perfect for you. Cheap, yet efficient.”

The man handed it for her to look at.

“This will do”, the woman coldly said, after quickly glancing at the gun, without further examination.
The man had a troubled look in his face, but he didn’t mind her strange acting.
After all, he’d had the strangest customers one could ever have.
And that comes as no surprise:



Anyone that buys a gun is up to something



The woman payed. From that moment, she said nothing; and slowly, but firmly, walked outwards.