She wasn’t sure why, but she wanted to seek out a different type of Glamor today. Sure, desire and lust were fun, but they were too easy for her, there was no real challenge. Between her looks and voice, men and woman flocked to her. So she decided to step out of her comfort zone.

And where did she find herself? A graveyard. It wasn’t hard to buy a newspaper, or listen as customers at the diner talk about losing a loved one and mentioning the funeral. But it was a matter of finding one of those black pill box style hats with the black netting on them. She figured it would help shield her beauty and identity, making it easier to blend in and not have to talk.

A couple second hand stores later and she had the hat, plus a black dress that hit at her knee and was perfect for a funeral.

She arrived a few minutes after the pastor began to speak to the crowd gathered around the coffin. Eyes move around the gathered mourners, looking for the one who showed the most sorrow and was shedding the most tears. It wasn’t hard, a middle aged woman was standing near the pastor, a wad of white tissues in her hands, her chest heaving with each sob. Perhaps a mother, sister or wife, she wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t here to make friends and offer condolences. It wasn’t that she was cold and immune to sorrow, but she had no ties here, these were strangers and only a source of Glamor for her.

Her head was bowed, but her eyes stayed on the woman, waiting. Waiting for that sound in her head, the sound of Glamor.

And there it was. The dark, mellow and soulful sounds of a violin played in her mind. The sound itself making her feel sad, in a weird twisted way.

This wasn’t a feeling she liked or enjoyed. She shouldn’t feel sad, she had no reason to feel sad.

Gently shaking her head, she backs away from gathering. This was not a feeling she wanted to experience anymore, or ever again. It didn’t belong in her. But she had what she came for, and sorrow would not be an emotion she would be visiting again.