Lyndia Walker

ATBG

Twenty-four and still going out of her way to avoid basic interactions with familiar faces. Ginger drew in a few deep breaths through her thin, parted lips as her stubby legs went into overdrive to propel her in the opposite direction of her duplex. Now, instead of the usual two blocks it would take for her to get home from her weekly study session at Starbucks she’d have to take the long six block walk in the blistering heat, but she would also be less likely to run into anyone she knows which caused her to slouch her board shoulders in relief – making her appear shorter than her five foot six stature already did.