Building A Character.

She stands on the pathway of Braodway as hundreds of people push past, some tourists, others mainly busy people rushing back to work. The air smells of hot dogs and pizza along with the thick musk of New York air, the slight scents of perfumes and aftershaves all blended together flowing through the air.

Scarlett wears a baggy t-shirt with a short black puffa jacket on top, combat trousers and a new pair of white airforce trainers. Her hair, the darkest of browns and wavy, scrunched up into a messy bun, something she threw together in the morning. No make up for her face, just the slightest of mascara to highlight her favourite feature, her eyes.

Even though she’s surrounded by  people, Scarlett still manages to feel alone. Is it the absence of her deceased brother that allows her to feel this emptiness, or is it the everlasting longing of trying to find her own feet and where she stands in this world that leaves her feeling as if she’s sat in an empty glass box as people stand around outside looking in.

(To be continued)