Photo prompt is provided by Kecia Spartin
She was a real snake in the grass.
Untidy, loud, crass, neglectful and purveyor of whoreish ways.
You’d see her leaning against the bank wall watching the customers come and go. Waiting always waiting knowing that sooner or later a mark would come her way.
She could sweet talk her way into and out of any situation.
She had no sense of body space. She wore strong perfume to overcome you should you venture too close.
Plus, she had the biggest most falsely innocent eyes on any woman I knew.
She was the epitome of give with one hand and take with the other.
Morality wasn’t a virtue known to her.
But one day her luck ran out, and there wasn’t much sympathy for her. She’d stung far too many, and now her chickens had home to roost.
She was a sorry sight in the park sitting under the gum trees often singing to herself. But always with those big eyes, searching, ever vigilant.