Still daydreaming about owning a book shop.
Seated in front of the bathroom mirror, the harsh light meat-counter blue-white, she made a single incision in her chest. Her…
An ugly swirl of brown, beige, and I guess what once was white, but turned grey with age. The pile had at one point been deep, but now just appeared to be over-long and bedraggled. Stringy like a wet dog.
Y’know it’s really no biggie.