The Princess

Minor starlets with star studded bodies stared satirically at the "simpleton"
clad simply in a cotton skirt swirling under a silk shirt. This quickly turned
to jealousy and contempt -the "I am so oomph" factor in their characters
reared its ugliest head at this juncture, betrayed them and had the exact
opposite effect of they intended it to- the men also seemed to be glued to
the new entrant their decisions fortified by the garrulous display of their
partners.
The things that immediately arrested your attention were those bewitching
eyes. They caught you, until suddenly you were too scared to face them
anymore and your vision naturally fell along her perfect cheek bones down
to her luscious lips crafted by the master with all the love due to them.
Her movement caused her hair to be pushed back ever so slightly teasing
everyone with a view of her ears- an almost taboo feeling attached to them
– men who caught a glimpse of them breathed slightly more heavily , and
swallowed hard.
Her slight figure accentuated her soft steps, their delicacy. Dark socks
protected her fine legs from avaricious glances.
She walked swiftly to the centre of the party and the virtual limelight
seemed to follow her. The host grasped the few quick words hurried into
his ear and immediately pasted his trademark grin and put on his warm and
affable coat for the esteemed guest.
"Ladies and gentlemen!!! Lady Diana!!!".
The words had the desired effect. A thunderous applause broke out.
Two hundred faces now craned to glimpse the corpulent figure who
marched in through the ornate doors dressed in lavish extravagance,
smiling as if she had botoxed for the occasion.
Joanne quickly picked up the empty glasses and cleaned the stain she
noticed on the table with the apron embellishing her skirt. No one noticed
her as she left.

The chase

I knew something was off. My gut knew.

The day was too dark and gloomy and the sounds and smells that accompanied it seemed to be coordinating a harmonious cover up, the strings being pulled by a greater, darker force.

The smell that offended , nay attacked my olfactory apparatus was one i could not immediately place as one of freshly rotten juniper berries thriving with the closest equivalent of the undead our planet affords.

Like a thief scurrying for cover, it immediately hid it itself behind a facade of aromas of Indian delicacies.

But it had been noticed.

And it knew. And I knew It knew.

It held its characteristic breath, fearing if and praying that never would its life breath become a tolling knell for its own death rattle.

I smiled. I would enjoy the chase.