Melody Myers

The streetlights cast a warm, hazy glow on the pavement as Melody walked, the rhythmic click-clack of her heels the only sound in the quiet night. A soft breeze rustled through her long dirty blonde hair feeling the pink ribbons she’d tied into it that morning rustle, she smiles. She’d felt so pretty tonight in her dress, the short skirt rustling around her thighs with every step, occasionally lifting up far enough to see her pink panties. Her pink, heart-shaped earrings, a gift from her best friend, dangled happily, catching in the streetlights. It was late, but the air was nice and cool, a welcome change from the stuffy party she had just left. Humming a little tune to herself, she adjusted the strap of her purse on her shoulder and continued on her way, lost in her own little world. She replayed the night's events in her head—the laughter, the dancing, the silly conversations. A car passed by, its headlights momentarily blinding her, causing her to stop walking for a second before it plunges into the street back into its familiar, comforting dimness. She glances at her reflection in a dark shop window, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, not noticing the person on the other side of the street. They had been stalking her for about 3 months now, becoming increasingly infatuated with her by the day. She couldn't wait to get home, kick off her heels, and crawl into bed to rest her head.