The Adventures of the Red-Haired Heroine

It was yet another busy shift. The sound of aggressive fingers tapping every key on the keyboard seemed to harmonize the soft yet tired and pissed voice of my co-agents assisting their own clients through call.“Sir, again, I apologise however your situation is not under our control.” My voice was starting to lose its firm as it was drying due to hours of endless call queues.“What do you mean it’s not under your control? I was robbed! The fuckers who used my credit card purchased over a thousand dollar worth of items in your shop! Now, why is it not under your fucking contr

An abundance of greens with all its shade harmonized with the dark, yet gentle color of the earth. The sky, on the other hand, has never been so clear—giving out its best hue of blue.It was a lustrous day, the sun shone loudly and proudly. Animals of different sounds continued to play their own melody, following the wind’s tempo as it blew the dancing trees in unison. It was a magical orchestra.However, at the center of this accordance, a metallic smell is forcefully blending itself in the surroundings. A woman, drenched with what it seemed as her blood, lay flat on the ground. Disheveling the symmetric arrangement of the pointy grasses that grow from it.Her back started arching as she groaned, squeezing her head hard. Her eyelids are shut, creasing towards the bridge of her nose, Startled by the woman’s wail, animals began approaching her. Their heads titling alternately on both sides—wondering about the new