suspicion…
suspicion There is this pair of shoulders within the crowds of expectation I shove through Monday to Friday. I finally got to touch them. Usually I don’t look up, however the shadow from the shoulders shaded a strip of my daily strut that swallowed my red stilettos. ‘Nice shoes,’ a husky voice said from a good five inches above me, even in six-inch heels. I could have grabbed his hips without having to extend my arms. ‘Oh… thank...