She went on a walk like she did every evening before the sun set. The week had been rough so she decided to pamper herself a little. She had earned it.
Her first stop was Coldstone.
She picked the size she wanted. She had her icecream customized.
A little down the road was a dress shop. Her lucky day – they had a 50 percent sale on everything.
She thought she would have to settle. But then her eyes fell on the dress made for her.
She walked out happier than she had been in a while. It was true: sometimes retail therapy is all a person needs to feel better.
She headed home.
Someone had painted her door while she was gone. Landlords, she muttered to herself darkly.
She stood for a moment, admiring the fresh paint job.
It was the last sight she ever saw.
Her blood was the only remaining trace left. Her body was never found.
Watching, Learning 