My take on this weeks Friday Fictioneers . . . And if you haven’t done so already make sure to link up and read what others have come up with.
Janice was eccentric. People thought she was crazy. Crazy she was not. She painstakingly choreographed every action right down to people’s reactions. A master manipulator.
She sauntered to the corner where he was standing. She started slowly, but rhythmically shifting from one foot to the other. When Janice saw she had his attention she began a flash mob of one routine. The light changed, she stopped, and crossed the street. When she got to the fire hydrant she heard “Hey, wait up.”
She smiled, and when he approached his eyes were perfectly glazed over. “Another to add to my collection.”