Into my dark and twisted mind part 2.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is part 2 of the this short story.

Submitted: January 06, 2011

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Amelie would make her way up the steps which lead to the door of the pub. Once reaching the top step, she would extend her right arm towards the door knob of the door and wrap her slender fingers around it. She knew that with the weather conditions outdoors the metal knob would be cold, however when she touched it, it did not seem to bother her. The woman would turn the knob and pull the door towards her, causing her form to come into view of the patrons of the pub as she stepped inside to get out of the harsh weather outside. As she made her way towards the coat rack, which was just inside, the door for the pub would swing shut behind her.

Removing her smoky grey cloak starting with the hood, she placed it upon the rack revealing her slender form. Her pitch black wavy locks of hair lay lazily upon her shoulders. Covering from her body to slightly above her knees rested a black with red trim dress. Waiting for a moment before moving further into the pub, she would glance about the establishment. her coal black eyes landing on each patron for a brief moment. If her eyes were to lock with another’s it would appear that she were looking at them, however she would be in fact looking through them. 4inch black stilettos graced her feet.

As her dark hues fell upon her husband the corners of her lips curved upwards forming a faint smile. The woman would begin walking towards the bar, being careful not to bump into anyone along her path. As she continued on her path to the bar, the skirt of her dress seemed to sway to and fro. Upon reaching the bar, she would extend an arm towards a stool. Pulling the stool out a few inches, the woman would sit gracefully upon it with her back facing the bar. She would cross her legs at the ankles, placing the left over the right. Surveying the room once more, and nodding to those whom she knew a few of the tendrils of hair would fall forward into her face.


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