Katie walked steadly, with rage spilling out her lovely green eyes, her heels clicking with the menace her voice could not express, where the shopkeeper was.
“Sorry ma’am”, a male voice said, backing with gestures just in case the raven haired mumbling stranger was deaf too, and not only a mute as clearly she was “The shop is closing”.
Katie looked around herself. She was in an hardware store. But the address was exactly the same of that eldritch shop.
Katie tore a sheet of paper out of a wall, and having nothing better to write with, begged for information by writing notes with her eye pencil.
As she feared, no one knew of that strange shop. That night Katie didn’t sleep much. She spent the dark hours separating her from the day washing her face. But her lips weren’t less purple, even her eye shadows were still there, like tattooed. And her voice was still a muffled moan.
She decided to see her favourite plastic surgeon: such a lovely body required some nip and tuck every now and then, so she had his number.