Evelyn
It was nearly three in the morning when the girl pushed open the club’s back door with her exhausted shoulder. The cold clung to her almost-bare skin, but she didn’t shiver. After working there long enough… the body stopped protesting. Her name was Evelyn. Only nineteen years old, yet her eyes carried the exhaustion of a woman twice her age. Behind her, the purple neon lights still flickered above the filthy nightclub sign while the drunken laughter of men spilled into the streets, following her like ghosts. She tightened her cheap coat around herself and started walking. The heel of her shoe was slightly broken, tapping weakly against the pavement: Tick… tick… tick… She knew the road too well. Three dark streets, a corner overflowing with garbage, then the old apartment building waiting at the end.
About Evelyn
It was nearly three in the morning when the girl pushed open the club’s back door with her exhausted shoulder. The cold clung to her almost-bare skin, but she didn’t shiver. After working there long enough… the body stopped protesting. Her name was Evelyn. Only nineteen years old, yet her eyes carried the exhaustion of a woman twice her age. Beh...Read more