Evelyn looked to the flipped view of the rented room with all the enthusiasm of vomit thinking about cleaning itself.
Rain on my face today. Like blades, killing sensation.
She corralled the chair and sat in its shaky embrace. Now she had the chance to catch her eyes in the mirror. She deflected, remembering the whisper in the street.
Not a natural blonde.
She was old beyond description. Her gaze described, even if she didn't say a thing worth listening to with that withered mouth. That withered mouth wanted to say -
I am nineteen.
Her gaze spoke of time spent in the clutches of television. Believing propaganda. Young women slapped creams and potions and drool on their faces to stay young.
She wanted that action. For no reason. It existed. She craved. And she caved.
Pretty, she demanded more. More pretty, pretty please. I need more pretty. Later, in a month, when I am even more ancient, I'll need the more pretty I demand now.
For then. That extra pretty will diminish.
$%!&!
Evelyn drew up a list of options. No one knew her in the city. She didn't socialise with people from work. She didn't take lifts home. Her excuse to the guy was the return-ticket. Didn't want to waste that. He swept away from the bus-shelter, waving but dejected inside.
Her excuse to the gal was - I'm not a lesbian. And I have a return-ticket. Don't want to waste that. The lesbian shrugged and drove off. There was promise in the shrug, should the pendulum swing that way in future.
Options. Change the way you do things, to stay young for eternity. First. Stop socialising with people from work. Tick that box. Now score through it. And smear chocolate over the paperwork, to make it seem as if random shit spattered in.
Be prettier.
Easy to write. Hard to bite.
To what purpose?
Okay, that's the start of Moisturisen. I'll try to work it up into some kind of story. Not having a scrap of fiction on this blog was killing this blog.
Maybe this excerpt, or flash, or whatever...maybe this is killing the blog through slow strangulation. At least the dazzling lights popping off inside my head are...popping off inside my head.
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