*I don’t know why, but I’m trying my hand at a little, not-so-distant future, dystopian, sci-fi thing. Let’s see how this goes.*
**December 18, 2018**
Helen’s pulse raced with nervous excitement, pursuing Gwen up the apartment steps. She zoned in on the side-to-side sway of Gwen’s full, high-waisted denim hips, running her hand along the multi-colored, Christmas lights decorating the metal banister.
Gwen fumbled edgily with her keys. “This is me,” she giggled. As if the apartment could be anybody else’s, the only one on the small complex’s second story.
Once the door was freed from its lock, she hurriedly escorted Helen indoors, standing lookout, scanning the small-town terrain, on that dark night, for any gossiping snoops.
“I’m sorry, this place is such a fucking disaster,” Gwen apologized, aimlessly bouncing around her cramped, studio apartment, picking up bits of trash scattered around the living room. But Helen didn’t mind in the slightest, predatorily stalking around her with solely lecherous intent, resisting the urge to pounce.
Gwen unloaded an armful of gas-station, fountain drink cups into the kitchen trash, unaware of Helen’s presence directly behind her. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked, but her invitation wouldn’t be answered, turning around to be shockingly met by Helen’s syrupy lips.