She stands in front of the mirror wondering who is staring back at her. What happened to the woman with the joyful heart, flowing hair, healthy body? Was it all an illusion or does she still exist in the reflection? The clock ticks, she runs out the door to start her day, whoever she is.
Every Friday write a poem, story or limerick of 55 words, no more, no lessAnd then report to the G-man!!