Thursday 6 November 2014

John s old woman

It was clear from her stare that she knew exactly what I had done. She had deep channels of time, etched into a wizened surface. I could see her keen eyes, alight with mischievous youth. The old woman had cracked lips furling around gums where teeth once stood. She had rich indigo velvet, folded carefully to frame her face.

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