Puss In Heels
The lunch crowd rushed along the sidewalk, flowing around Milly as if she were a pebble in a coursing river. She clung to her purse, fixing her chestnut brown hair every time a pedestrian jostled her. The two chopsticks holding her hair up felt loose but she had no time to fix them; she just prayed they wouldn’t come out. They were her only nice pair, despite the chips along their length.
She moved with a purpose, keeping her distance from everyone as they made their way to their favorite cafes. Her stomach growled but she pressed her balled hand against her cream-colored blouse. …