The way her mind worked wasn’t a walk in the park. In fact when she’d go for a walk in the park her thoughts would show her visions of all the possibilities. Rarely her anxious thoughts showed positive outcomes.
As she sits in the corner at the local dive, sipping her Madori and lime she dives back into yet another assumption based on suffering. Her eyes watch as a calculated man sits slumped in the opposite corner. Their eyes connect briefly before his gaze turns toward a group of men at the bar. Their loud characters and boisterous statures indicated they were out for a good night, but she couldn’t help but wonder if they were the type to pick a weak looking target and promote their ego with some late night fisty cuffs.
Her eyes scour the scene and then back to the loud group of men. They begin to stare in her direction and then the man’s. One hitting the other on the shoulder while prompting an introduction. She continued to analyse the room, wondering if any