Girl facing a mirror
widening her eyes, examining herself from different angles.
Fiftysomething woman
pulling at her crow's feet, smiling hard and pulling, squeezing into her prom
dress to hang herself.
Tortured soul
mumbling obscenities, devouring rich ice cream from the carton, clad in a bathrobe, answers the telephone chirping a greeting, not realizing the irony in her voice.
The old woman days ago, hair tightly curled, examining nutrition facts at a store. People glance away, children stare but stay silent.
Hanging, whiny high-pitched crack from the ceiling as she swings. |
