The Mysterious Woman
"I shall tell you now young one, this is a tale of innocence. Of happiness. The light and shine of the youthful and the introduction of darkness in its most enticing form. A tale of warning and caution. To once again remind us that what may appear to be the sweetest, ripest fruit may actually be but a thin shell with a vile, rotting core within. You may choose to learn from this tale as well as chose to ignore my ramblings and do as you wish. But no matter the outcome, at least simply listen as you used to. Listen to a simple story, as you did as a child."I contemplated his words for a while, hesitating to listen to this loony old man whom I had looked up to as a child. The man with no body of worth or a penny to his name. The man most people scorned by appearance alone. I sighed, sitting in front of him, my hands crossed over my chest. While his face showed no indication of any change in emotion, I caught a small twinkle in his eye. He sat up straight, raising his arms dramatically and inhaling deeply as if it were his final breath.…