Halfway through the 20 Day Challenge! This is prompt #3: Six Sentence Story. Since it's a short one I wrote three. None of these is my best work, but I prefer the first one.
She wore her hair in a tight updo, with thick eyeliner and bright red lips. Her skintight black dress clung to her curves and she emphasized the effect by swaying her hips as she walked. Heads turned as she strutted down the street, and her mouth curved into a small smile. She met with her first client - a tall, balding man in his late thirties - in an upscale hotel restaurant. Later that evening, when she arrived home, she paid the sitter then made her way upstairs. She changed and scrubbed every trace of makeup off her face before she went to kiss her daughter goodnight.
When he came over for dinner he wore his hat at the table, a cheap black bowler that gave him the look of a leprechaun. Despite this quirk, he was a favourite dinner guest to many. Laughter came easily, emanating from deep within his belly, and he made everyone - even the hosts - feel at home. He wore his smile like a mask, and kept it on so long that it began to feel as real to him as it appeared to others. But when he went home, he took off his hat and frowned at himself in the mirror, rubbing his bald head sheepishly. The energy he gained from the dinner guests faded quickly, and he dropped his smile as he prepared for another lonely night.
His breathing came hard and his feet pounded on the ground as he tore through the woods. He could hear the sounds of his pursuers, not far behind. Branches whipped his face, opening up a cut along his nose, but he could not focus on the pain. With one last burst of speed, he threw himself through a stream and on to the flat rocks beyond. Soon, his pursuers grew quiet; the hounds paced in circles, sniffing the ground but finding no scent. Ahead,there was a swish of red tail, then he was gone.
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