The old photograph brought back memories of how her hair flowed with the sea breezes. Life was mellow then, but nothing remains the same. “My bosom is no more and my hair has disappeared. I’ve stopped looking in the mirror choosing rather to greet the sun as then I know I’ve lived another day.”
Will to survive Her auburn hair truly was the crowning glory of all her fine features or so Edwina was led to believe from the many compliments she had received. Based upon the fashion of the moment, it survived years of being teased, twirled, twisted, and tousled.
The old photograph brought back memories of how her hair flowed with the sea breezes. Life was mellow then, but nothing remains the same. “My bosom is no more and my hair has disappeared. I’ve stopped looking in the mirror choosing rather to greet the sun as then I know I’ve lived another day.” 26/3/2023 04:56:55 am
And another day well live and appreciated.
Sandra James
29/3/2023 09:21:55 pm
And, how much more beautiful is the sunrise than that cruel mirror! Lovely story, Pamela. Comments are closed.
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