Day 14: 300 words. Prompt was Mirror and Vermillion – “I believe we’ll have to tuck things in a bit here.” Patricia’s mother smoothed a hand down her bare side, pinching the skin by her hip. She looked at the hand in question, the skin dotted with aged spots that didn’t match the seemingly ageless …
She blinked. The distorted image of her body cleared, but the next blink brought it back. Grotesque. Lopsided smile, crooked teeth, bent nose, uneven breasts, bloated stomach, blotchy skin, ugly cunt. Blink. She touched her face as the image cleared again. Smooth skin was under her fingertips and in the mirror. Blink. The skin seemed …
I’m remarkably thoughtful for so early in the morning. The blame rests solely on the fact that I’m starting work so my mind is working separate from my body. After the unfortunately brief interlude with the previous Mr, I’d decided that I needed a break from the treacherous pool that is dating. No dating, no …