Ninety Three

SHELLY.

By the time I arrive at Scorpio Villa, it is almost dark. The sun slowly descends towards the horizon, casting its warm golden hues across the community. It is oddly larger than I envisaged, for a community of like-minded rogues, it is so much to take in.

Petian is strapped to my back, and my bag is in my hands as I hurry along before dusk settles fully. No one seems to notice me, for someone they've never seen, it's not strange.

I double my pace, with no particular place in mind. My eyes scan through the sea of heads and signpost in search of an inn.

“Hello,” I try to stop a woman in her late fifties.

She looks at me with flat emotions, not recognising the face she begins her journey before I could say another word.

I hiss, exhausted from the long distance I had travelled. There is no more will to continue, so I go underneath a canopy of trees to relax for a bit.

If I were to be honest, the community isn't bad looking. The view is marvellous, with neat roads and well spac