Kumi said 7 years, 9 months ago:
I figured I would just share something I wrote. so here it is -
She grabbed her cardigan as she walked out the door. The light sweater, a bright color of freshly applied red lipstick, boldly contrasting with her all black ensemble consisting of a fitted tee, leggings, and flats. Her demeanor was that of a wealthy housewife running a few errands, with only the inner monologue of her thoughts to accompany her as she made her way through the city. “Oh man, it’s sort of chilly. Good thing I brought this sweater.” She wrapped the apple colored cardigan around her arms as she approached a tall, glistening building. “Ok, so I’ll check on my account, get it fixed, then go to the Plaza.” She walked up to the receptionist, demanding she speak to someone in charge immediately. “This better not take long ,I don’t have all day to wait. I’m a wealthy woman, time is money.” After a long two minute wait she finally met with someone. “Oh no. This lady is disgusting. What is she even going on about? My account is frozen? That ugly bitch, she better unfreeze it.” After interrupting the bank employee numerous times she finally left the bank in a huff, saying how if the account isn’t unfroze by tomorrow there will be hell to pay. “Stupid bitch. Telling ME that she can’t unfreeze it. Ha! Sure. She could’ve at least said she’ll try. I hope she falls off a 30 story building, piece of shit.” She walked in the direction of the Plaza, as she passed people she would turn her nose up at them. “Poor, worthless people.” She was just about to walk in the door to the coffee shop when she felt a tug on her cardigan sleeve. “What the hell?..” She looked down to see a little boy with tears in his eyes. He was inquiring of a lost stuffed elephant and if she had seen it. “Get this snotty brat away!” She pushed him away, watching as he stumbled and fell. “Disgusting piece of shit. Go play in the street or something.” She muttered a few choice words as she opened the door to walk inside. “Oh joy, a new employee, and he’s just as zit-faced as the last.” She ordered her drink, waited until he put it in the register, and then changed her order. She did this about three or four times, each time getting angry with him for ‘not listening’ and eventually yelling at this barista boy for taking so long. “Ugly, wretched boy. Who the hell can not take a simple coffee order correctly?!” She ended up settling on a double shot espresso latte with soy and a hint of caramel and a dash of mint java chips. “This has to be the worst day ever. Nobody can do anything correctly. At all. All these worthless skin bags… They only wish they could be like me.” She chuckled, grabbing her drink and making her way out the door. As she started crossing the street she heard a child yelling, turning she recognized the same boy from earlier. “Damn, he’s loud. Why is he looking straight at me?.. What the hell?” The little boy began frantically pointing down the street. In confusion the woman looked to her left, only to see a black SUV barreling towards her at top speed. “Oh fu-” Her body flew thru the air, landing a few feet away, bleeding and broken. The SUV drove off as a crowd began to form. “F-f-fu-fuck…” A large man, who worked in construction, ran over to her, kneeling beside the woman as he put his hands over her chest, remembering the steps to CPR. “N-no! Get your nasty, dirty hands off of my brand new cardigan! You disgusting vermin!” Her thoughts soon became vocalized, her voice raspy, indicating that her lungs were failing. The man insisted she let him help her, explaining that if not, she could die. She pushed him away weakly, no voice coming out, her breathing becoming slower. “I’d rather die than have your dirty hands on..on me.” A pool of blood was beginning to form around her broken body. “My…..my…. red..cardigan…” She took one last breath of her precious, privileged air as she watched the cardigan, a bright color, that of freshly applied red lipstick turn into a deep hellish red.
here’s a link to my Wordpress if you want to check it out 
khaledaystories.wordpress.com
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