Haunting
Long day. It was the end of a long day, at the end of a long week, and Rachel was tired. Worn out, feet aching, she had opted out of the Friday Club-a-thon with work friends, riding home to her small flat, grabbing the fixings of a quick dinner at the corner market next to the bus stop.She was shimmying out of her knee-length blue skirt even as the apartment door was closing, kicking it toward the bedroom door as she placed her groceries on the kitchenette counter. She undid her white, slightly...