Sunset Love

Mrs Jasmine walked brisk

over a sheaf of papers, the room chilled to freezing p

caught a glance at the wooden wall clock. At the left corner of the manager's office. It rea

han her husband. He was dark-skinned and bald. He

er over the chair across

ress, her makeup, and her red braided hair

ad a deep voice, audible enough. Almost as

plied, waiting for more

Mrs Jasmine had no problem answering them. She soon got comfortable and use

er decided to employ her as his ass

n I resu

relaxed position and ran his eyes around her body. Mrs Jasmine felt u

at ho

thing good about the town it was that it was calm. Everyone minded their busin

ly left. She walked up to her bed and picked up her phone with the idea of dropping a message on their class group chat. But a thought pierced

he felt it was just a vague image from her imagination. She kept her eyes steady on the neighbourhood and this time she saw the person vividly. Her eyes

his face. He fixed

someness that she didn't even notice

he wavin

ven kno

have a smirk

e looked more handsome as the sunlight rested on his face. He had chiselled muscles with broad shoulders. His light

ng as she waved him back.

*********

le of the rising sun

breath. Her room was hot as an oven. Beads of sweat r

ck, bending her neck in a sideways directio

her mother

ponded as she yawned

ile. She seemed happy, she walked into the room with ex

you look gorgeous

scanned her moth

e makeup, her lips were extra glossy, someone could see their reflection from her lips, she wore a black shirt with a milk coloured skir

her daughter. The bed made a squeaky

rking through her eyes. She had bulgy eye b

starting a new school ne

and looked tow

starting school again?' Mrs Jasmine a

e school? Janet asked. She t

she was bad at adapting to changes, and it would be difficult for her because they didn't have any cho