Emily

[Emily Miller]

a Redhead with a bent past
has died her hair black
she is distrusting and bitter
in a new city looking for rest and a safe haven.
She is not a loner, but has no friends.
(((( random encounter)))

[vasilles]

She stands at the underground platform
The coming train drives a wind, dragging her hair across her face. Black strands, a whisper of red.
She boards.
He watches, slumped - or reclining - in a seat, drained - or relaxed, halfway along the carriage. Eyes blue. Hair messy. Staring - or thinking