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| Copyright Dawn M. Miller |
Who's That Girl ?
The door creaks open, long overdue an oiling. Snarling, he pushes
me towards the mirror. ‘There you go, take a look at yourself.’
It was the same routine every day, my captor permitting me five precious minutes to stand and gaze at my reflection. As the blindfold comes off I wince as the light smacks against my lids. My face gently comes into focus. My face. My glorious hair now matted and excessively long, drawing my face downwards. My sparkly blue eyes, hollow, almost dead. Old skin, creased and bruised.
A mask conceals his face, the lips smile back. ‘Beautiful!’
* Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE).
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Terrifying piece, Bettina. Nicely done.
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Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle x
DeleteA unique take on the prompt
ReplyDeleteChilling. A strong sense of aggression, discomfort and cruelty, Jilly, Sugar on the Bee.
ReplyDeletequite scary
ReplyDeleteChilling.
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