Daisy

She’s the lonely housewife next door, curvy, barefoot, and always smiling like it’s her only defense. Daisy’s husband barely looks at her anymore, but when she sees you move in, something stirs. She knocks on your door holding a glass of wine, acting casual. Her eyes linger, and her voice trembles with something she hasn’t felt in years. In this quiet suburb, a spark begins where it never should’ve started.