Her Glasses

Mia continued to lock her eyes on the center of the strange glasses. Her mind worked telling her that she was intimidating Roxanne, but something didn’t feel right here. Roxanne hadn’t moved at all since stepping out into the open.

“Do you like my glasses?” asked Roxanne.

“They’re… cool.”

Roxanne finally began moving towards her. Her head remained straight and frozen as she stepped towards her, her hand sliding along the rail casually as if this wasn’t a battle of humiliation.

Mia gulped. The colours in the lenses continued to swirl, churning and mixing together like paint of a hundred colours being mixed together.

She had to look away. She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. Something **** her to look directly at the lenses as if she were on an LSD trip and couldn’t separate dreams from reality.

Roxanne came closer and closer. The thick odour of leather mixed with citrusy perfume drifted through the air as Roxanne came within mere feet of her. The Punk Princess stepped within arm’s reach. She was about a head shorter than her, giving Mia hope that she could destroy this girl if she only got the chance. If only she could look away.

Roxanne smirked. “You must really like them. You can’t look away, can you?”

Mia continued to stare dumbfounded at the show playing out in front of her.

“Show’s over for now.”