I – Prologue – It’s a Cruel World
It was hot. Too hot even for that season.
She was sweating, finding no confort even in the open window with her hair dancing in the warm air. The music from the speakers was loud, and she tapped her long, blue painted nails on the steering wheel following the rhythm. Everything in her stance suggested that she was of that kind of carefree drivers who caused accidents just to check the lipstick in the rearview mirror when, in fact, it was exactly the opposite.
She was good, driving with a natural confidence… enjoying the heated tarmac under the wheels, and the long road with the floating mirages on the horizon.
That was one of her favourite things: driving in the sun, a long ride in a quiet, lazy day.
When she reached her destination, she parked easily in front of an old car repair shop and stepped out, taking the time to put her naked feet in a pair of stilet