She had her earplugs in to keep from hearing their voices
Her sunglasses were as dark as she could stand without losing sight of the ground in front of her. Her hair was covered in a patterned scarf. She wore a pencil skirt, along with a jacket and tights to keep off the winter cold, or what was left of it. There was a book underneath her arm.
She had dressed to escape their eyes. But it didn’t matter. It rarely did. No matter how much she varied her footpath, or wore different clothes, or cussed them out, they followed her still.
They were advertising drones. And they were everywhere. Continue reading