Eva opened her eyes and sat up on the soft tomb of her sick bed. She longed for a vodka and a cigarette but she was beyond those "pleasures" now.
On the wall hung her portrait as it had for decades. It showed an alluring blonde with full red lips and seductive eyes. She wished she was like Dorian Gray but staring into her hand mirror a weather-worn facade met her gaze. How time had flown.
"Time is cruel," she said out loud, "not only destroying beauty but giving one terrible pain but I don't regret a thing."
On the wall hung her portrait as it had for decades. It showed an alluring blonde with full red lips and seductive eyes. She wished she was like Dorian Gray but staring into her hand mirror a weather-worn facade met her gaze. How time had flown.
"Time is cruel," she said out loud, "not only destroying beauty but giving one terrible pain but I don't regret a thing."
