Mollie Imogen

Replica

Sascha was laying on her sofa, feet propped up on the worn arm, admiring her new shoes. They were Louboutin's black semi-transparent lacy boots that finished a few inches above her ankle. A distraction and an indulgence. Her phone buzzed in her bag. She tried clicking her heels and whispered, anywhere but here, anywhere but here, anywhere but here. White jagged mountains pierced a brilliant blue cloudless sky. Sascha instantly felt the cold and wet seeping through the delicate fabric of her shoes. She wrapped her arms round herself partly on instinct against the cold and to comfort herself. This was just her over reactive imagination. If this was her imagination then a pair of warm boots, actually fur lined would be nice. Heavy thick soled hiking boots replaced her Louboutin's. Something moved in front of her. A person, tall and bulky was striding towards her. She stepped back. Why? She wasn't in danger. This was her daydream. The person was wearing layers of heavy white clothing. A combination of a thick knitted tunic and furs. As he got closer he pulled down the scarf that was wrapped around his face.