It couldn’t have been the big blue purse.
It was large, made of a plastic that apes leather, and bright. Crayon-bright blue on the Green Line.
It couldn’t have been the gleaming white sneakers either, the ones bedazzled with the line of rhinestones that curled into two little hearts as it snaked across her metatarsus. She tapped one foot gently, almost nodding it as the train pulled out of the former manufacturing district that’s now the spot for the hottest of hot restaurants.
It couldn’t have been the blue jeans with the six metal buttons pulling each cuff into the perfect skinny cut either.
No, it must have been the piece of cloth on her head that makes her hated. » Read the rest of this entry «