tempus fugit

  She leans in to scrutinize the stranger. The blotchy haggard face with narrowed eyes, scraggly salt-and-pepper hair barely covering the dry scalp, and skeletal contour. I hope I won’t look like that when I get old, she touches the hollow cheek in the mirror with her wrinkled hand.   For Three Line Tales, Week 224. photo by Nick Fewings via Unsplash Continue reading tempus fugit

beauty and the beast

  She survived the darkness by hiding and believing that she was not good enough and ignored the sound. One day, a carriage stopped and waited patiently outside, and she lifted her head, mustering her courage, listened, and stood up on her feet. She took a step and another, then another, until she was in the sunlight, and onto the carriage, ushered by her own … Continue reading beauty and the beast