Miranda walked over to the shattered glass, she could see
her jagged and distorted reflection in the pieces. With a deep breath, she crouched down to pick
the biggest shard from the debris; she was just a couple months from her twenty
fifth birthday. The reflection looking
back at her was not one of youth, the supposed prime of her life but of one
much older. She forced a smile looking
at the tired eyes. The last five years
had been an exhausting journey, and she could see it had not been kind to the
young woman she saw.
(99 Words)
This is a very interesting response to the prompt! Thank you so much for sharing it, Steven.
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ReplyDeleteLove the pic. Feeling for Miranda; no one likes to look older . . . her journey sounds extremely stressful. . . Great piece. x
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