Mirrors are for the young. I even avoid those streets flanked by high-end stores enshrined in vast sheets of plate glass. Who needs to have their insipid reflection hurled back at them so remorselessly? Who needs to feel like an impostor amongst the throngs of the young and the beautiful?
I was one of them once, you know. I had legs up to there, a cleavage to die for and such grace, like a swan. Oh yes, the boys all wanted me.
The trouble is, in my mind I am still ‘that girl’. I still have ebony curls kissing my shoulders, rosebud lips, alabaster skin and flashing green eyes. I am still devastating. My hips still undulate and I still walk as if the pencil skirt was invented for me.
We all have to grow old, darling, on the outside. Inside, well that’s an entirely different matter…
Here’s my latest entry to the lovely Angela’s VisDare.
I hope you enjoy this week’s entry- and please do visit VisDare for amazing poetry and prose!
8 thoughts on “Echo – VisDare”
I love this Freya! Very poignant, but I also don’t think she’s given up on life, not yet!
Thank you so much, Lisa. No, I don’t think she has….
Lovely contrast, and the narrative voice is strong and fearless! I have a hunch that I would love to talk with this woman over a looonnng cup of coffee….! Great entry!
Thank you very much – I’d love to have a chat with her too! 🙂
Ooo-Ooo, I liked that!! 😀 Arghhh don’t tell me about getting older, my mind feels like a teenager but my body, well lets just say – it has bloody let me down! 😀
Yes, I have a much older body than mind, that’s for sure! Thank you 🙂
Your welcome, it is a great story you wrote! 🙂
Thank you 🙂