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Poppy
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- Sep 5, 2017
Miria Abernathy was one of those women that tended to be the talk of the town. She had moved to Atlantic City, with dreams of becoming a singer. After all, there were plenty of clubs and cabarets to perform in. She was a country girl from the mountains of Tennessee who always had big dreams and an even bigger drive. So she had enough of her small town life, not wanting to get married in her early teens, and ran away to go and make her dreams come true.
The woman had short blonde hair with waves in it, as was the popular style. Her honey colored eyes were flecked with golden looking hints, something that many people envied. Anyone who would pass by her on the boardwalk would think she had to be some sort of model. She was a respectable 5’8”, and even taller once she put on her heels. During her journey to Atlantic City, she had taken a year or two break in the northern part of Virginia, close to the capital. There, she worked for a few clubs that were willing to take a singer underage.
It was performing there that she came across her benefactor, a politician who believed that she had what it took to become famous. It helped that she reminded him of his deceased daughter. So with him as her patron, she had the money to make it to Atlantic City and get settled. She selected a small house in a nice neighborhood, which was close to the boardwalk. It was nice being so close to the sea that every day she could walk to it if she so desired.
There was a man in the neighborhood, at least thirty years old. But he certainly was handsome, but he seemed to keep odd hours. Their houses were side by side, so it was inevitable for them to interact. But thanks to Miria’s sleep schedule due to performing at night, it wasn’t uncommon for her to cross paths with him. Other than a greeting in passing, they had never talked about anything else. The blonde woman had hoped that he would approach her, not wanting to be forward. She was just 20, and had the world as her oyster.
What she didn’t know was that her neighbor happened to be involved in gang activity. And that a rival gang had mistakenly identified her as his sweet heard, and was planning to get revenge against him for it. She had the evening off from performing, deciding to make dinner for herself. It was nice to cook the foods she grew up with, fried chicken, collards and more. But it was a challenge to cook for one, as when she was younger she had to cook for herself and 12 other siblings. She always made too much, and planned to take a plate over to the handsome neighbor and introduce herself. But nothing ever came of it.
As she was home for the evening, she wore a light pink slip of a dress. If she would have needed to go out, she would have slipped on an ivory dress made from chiffon that hung off her shoulders and brushed mid-thigh over the slip. It had a deep v-cut underneath her sizeable chest, making her wish so much that her chest was flat as was the fashion. It had the same cut down her back, which revealed the pink of the slip. She was wearing a pair of slippers in order to be comfortable, humming to herself as she cooked dinner.
The woman had short blonde hair with waves in it, as was the popular style. Her honey colored eyes were flecked with golden looking hints, something that many people envied. Anyone who would pass by her on the boardwalk would think she had to be some sort of model. She was a respectable 5’8”, and even taller once she put on her heels. During her journey to Atlantic City, she had taken a year or two break in the northern part of Virginia, close to the capital. There, she worked for a few clubs that were willing to take a singer underage.
It was performing there that she came across her benefactor, a politician who believed that she had what it took to become famous. It helped that she reminded him of his deceased daughter. So with him as her patron, she had the money to make it to Atlantic City and get settled. She selected a small house in a nice neighborhood, which was close to the boardwalk. It was nice being so close to the sea that every day she could walk to it if she so desired.
There was a man in the neighborhood, at least thirty years old. But he certainly was handsome, but he seemed to keep odd hours. Their houses were side by side, so it was inevitable for them to interact. But thanks to Miria’s sleep schedule due to performing at night, it wasn’t uncommon for her to cross paths with him. Other than a greeting in passing, they had never talked about anything else. The blonde woman had hoped that he would approach her, not wanting to be forward. She was just 20, and had the world as her oyster.
What she didn’t know was that her neighbor happened to be involved in gang activity. And that a rival gang had mistakenly identified her as his sweet heard, and was planning to get revenge against him for it. She had the evening off from performing, deciding to make dinner for herself. It was nice to cook the foods she grew up with, fried chicken, collards and more. But it was a challenge to cook for one, as when she was younger she had to cook for herself and 12 other siblings. She always made too much, and planned to take a plate over to the handsome neighbor and introduce herself. But nothing ever came of it.
As she was home for the evening, she wore a light pink slip of a dress. If she would have needed to go out, she would have slipped on an ivory dress made from chiffon that hung off her shoulders and brushed mid-thigh over the slip. It had a deep v-cut underneath her sizeable chest, making her wish so much that her chest was flat as was the fashion. It had the same cut down her back, which revealed the pink of the slip. She was wearing a pair of slippers in order to be comfortable, humming to herself as she cooked dinner.
