The Walk Tonight.

Stiletto heels crashed against that pavement, loud as thunder. Her hips swayed back and fourth as she walked, crashing cars and stealing each boy's breath. Her long brown hair bounced up and down as she strutted across the avenue. She stopped at the corner, her lips as red as the traffic light. Took a breath, hiked up her pencil skirt, winked at each guy that laid eye's on her. She couldn't remember the last time she felt alive, she felt like she was sleepwalking. Instead of dreaming at night,she walked.

April 18, 2009