Really?

I saw a lady today. About late 30s.

It was the evening rush hour. I was on the train and it wasn't too crowded. She stood right in front of me.

I couldn't stop looking down at her legs. Her skirt's length was about 2 inches above the start of her knees. There was an artificial sheen and eveness in the colour of her skin tone. Perfect. Too perfect.

She was wearing sandals that only had a strap across the foot from where the toes start. That was when I realised that there is such a thing as open-toe stockings.


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............See, rhyming's a terrible symptom of true madness........