— Born Pussy

She’d lost track of the amount of couples holding single red roses as she waited for her boyfriend, Elijah, to come pick her up for their big ‘Valentines Day Date’. Tessa had been watching people cross The Promenade for over an hour counting the couples that were supposed to be her and Elijah.

“God damn it! Where the hell are you, Elijah!? You were supposed to be here over an hour ago!” Tessa yelled at nothing in particular. She was in her, and his, favorite dress, a silk black slinky thing with red silk trim around the bottom. Her toenails were painted a dark red to match the trim and she was wearing the new black sandals she’d bought just for the occasion. Her brown hair had been curled and primped and fried and dyed and highlighted and everything those women in that beauty salon could come up with. Her fingernails were painted, her face made up, and she was actually wearing mascara around her big hazel eyes. Here she was… all dress up and no place to go.