time for a little piece of flash… 100 words… no more.. no less..
Class Project by melodicraven on deviantart
evelyn seldom graced the mirror with her presence these days.. but when she did, she preferred to do so without the aid of the progressive lenses that had become essential in bringing the finer details of her world into focus..
it was not the sacred sanskrit of age that had etched itself ever so cunningly across the canvas of her immaculate reflection of youth, that kept her away.. but rather, the inexplicable absence of even the nuance of smoke, that once rose like sharp, heated, breaths, from the smoldering incendiary of her own sensuality, that now threatened to render her,, invisible….
