Here she is almost invisible, her welts are anyway. Her wide designer sunglasses hide another black eye and her bright red lipstick covers bruised lips. She’s a striking presence in her floppy silk hat and matching scarf. Her once youthful beauty can still turn heads, but wealth, beauty and status don’t protect her from angry fists.
The bar is dark and she’s found a corner to hide in. A jazz band is playing, mostly for themselves, but she listens intently. She lights another imported cigarette and sips her third, or is it fourth, whiskey sour.
Here she is almost invisible, her welts are anyway. Her wide designer sunglasses hide another black eye and her bright red lipstick covers bruised lips. She’s a striking presence in her floppy silk hat and matching scarf. Her once youthful beauty can still turn heads, but wealth, beauty and status don’t protect her from angry fists.
Sandra James
11/6/2021 10:23:16 am
A sad story and, sadly, it happens :( Well done!
Pamela Kennedy
11/6/2021 12:34:25 pm
I felt that woman's pain...
Jennifer Duncan
11/6/2021 10:39:45 pm
The last line is bang on. None of those things shield a woman from an abusive man.
Sue Clayton
12/6/2021 02:59:52 am
So true, Peter. Violence knows no boundaries.
Susan F. Reid
12/6/2021 02:21:02 pm
Peter,
Fliss Zakaszewska
12/6/2021 03:46:17 pm
Sad but true. Beautifully told. Comments are closed.
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