Can of Worms

What seemed like a normal day was fast tuning into a disaster before noon, every tick at time seemed to to send a negative signal and energy but that was just the beginning of fast approaching doom.

Nicole was seated just in front of her small apartment, a lone self contain at the side of the country, she had moved from Qatar a few months ago to Paris where she made a promise to be on her own, work and make money for herself. Her Qatar experience has not been the best because she lost herself in search of love, yet she moved to Paris " A Home Of Love".

The cold was the least of Nicole's problem because she was pumped with adrenaline, something that is like a fickle and would dry up, she knew emotion was the least thing she wanted, yet love never left her alone. Nicole was filled with thoughts about how she can handle her taking a toil in her today's life, she watched the tree branch in her garage swirls its tail and wings like a hen guiding its egg from the grips of danger beyond. She thought about his grip and how he swirls himself all over her and the slimy.... "ouch, I should stop" she reminded herself to not think about it, she shifted her focus to the SUV on the road, the driver must be drunk to have left the car in such a bad shape, ultimately Nicole should have been scared but she is at the place where even death cannot scare her.