KISS PARADES AND A BOTHERSOME SURPRISE

Sauntering from the bathroom, I trudge to the bed where my black outfit rests. A very short black silky dress for my liking, but thanks to my knee-length leather trench frock, I won't feel so naked. The knee-length leather boots will be of great help to this cold that is beginning to fall too.

I pull the clothes on, and the boots too, opting to let my hair cascade past my shoulders, almost kissing hips at the back. Glimpsing at my reflection in the mirror adjacent to the closet, I really look like a mafia girl. Black looks pretty good on me too, and it fits this job- dark, and shady, and it also embodies my situation, grief. My predicaments are everything dark.

From the memory that has refused to return to me. All I have are these baffling dreams that I can't seem to make out. I'm a tormented soul. My life is a total dilemma.

The story of Annah hasn't given me peace of mind the whole day, adding to my quandaries. It is so overwhelming to reckon that someone could be living in such d