Reflection

Nov 14th, 2018 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

I sit by the fireplace in the cabin I rent, sipping steaming tea,
staring at the painting above the mantel.

The woman’s face has a distinct redness to her cheeks and lips. Her deep
brown eyes match the color of her hair which is tied in a bun with one
small red rose tucked behind her left ear, her head tilting ever so
slightly. Her pearl necklace drapes neatly around her neck and she
stands tall, her gown showing off her shapely hips.

There’s no date on the painting or artist signature.

The young woman in the painting is me.

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