Mme. pt 1

Her heart was green. It hung from her pale thick neck, though it was never seen by anyone. She arrived home at random hours, when it was generally raining in that part of the town. As it was late, her footsteps were to be heard by those who stood near the windows but since her face was so dilapidated no one ever bothered to look outside. She walked through night and the rain was her gown. She kept keys in her pocket. Oddly they never made any sound for she covered them tightly with a sock to prevent anyone from knowing who she was. However her boots made the sound of a thousand hanging keys in the middle of every cold night. She thought of nothing on her way back, she only looked at her steps as the water drew them for a moment in the pavement. Sometimes she stopped and thought she was followed but the dark night whispered no sound and showed no image.
She took off her boots to reveal old pink socks. She fell into the same redundant night by accident for she never planed to do the same things for so long. No one could have known it tough. She only existed in brief moments to the ears of those who stood by the windows...