Short+story+(Possibly)

The girl walked down the street, one hand tucked safely into her pocket, the lead to which her ancient black Labrador was attached to by a cold silver choke chain hung around her exposed wrist whilst her other hand reached up to secure her hat on her head with a fluorescent bobbin pin. The slight September breeze was enough to chill the exposed patch of her chest under the thin, grey, transparent t-shirt she wore over a peach spaghetti-strap summer top with three buttons at the top. The skin not covered by cloth was covered with goosebumps as well as the top of her arms, underneath the striped, three quarter length sleeves. Her beige croched hat warmed the back of her head whilst her red ears were covered with dark brown hair. Her dog panted softly as they continued past their usual resting point, going straight on instead of turning right towards the much loved tree and bench She curled her hands in to fists in the shallow pockets of her well-worn jeans, pulling at the stitching, plucking the pockets apart inside out, and hunched her shoulders to protect the portions of her neck that weren't concealed with long hair as they walked past the edge of the suburbs and into the area of town that her mother had warned her against. The houses had begun to look less well kept than hers the further she walked from what her mother considered the 'safe zone'. She had walked these streets before and passed through by car but never with her mother and never at night.

She glanced up at the tiny moon, noticing that the sky was clearer now than it had been an hour after sunset, however she wasn't there for stargazing so she turned into a doorway and reached her thin arm up to press the dirty beige doorbell.