The dame wore red.

I sat at my desk, sorting through collections bills, light bills, water bills, and every kind of bill but the kind I like to see – green. It was one of those days you would throw away if the trashcan was big enough. But it wasn´t. And I didn´t.

And then she appeared, a shallow shadow of her former beauty. The burnt red hair had faded and showed shades of gray hidden by dollar store cosmetics. Her smile charmed, if you could get over the yellow stains from a lifetime of smoking and a half-assed bleach job. But who was I to say no to a client. Continue reading “Recap: Liverpool v. United – A Red Harvest” »