Ah, Doreen! Once a glamorous model stepping out in the latest styles, she was now a decaying wreck. Instead of bright lights and swank restaurants, she spent her time in a muddy field, swilling beer and chain-smoking, gazing at the empty sky.
Was she remembering happier days? Did she miss the fragrant swish of a perfumed dress and the posh elegance of an exclusive club? Did her fans and boyfriends ever come to mind, or were these embers of a life enough for her? Frightening to think that this was all that remained. She used to be such a doll!
Was she remembering happier days? Did she miss the fragrant swish of a perfumed dress and the posh elegance of an exclusive club? Did her fans and boyfriends ever come to mind, or were these embers of a life enough for her? Frightening to think that this was all that remained. She used to be such a doll!
This was written with words from Three Word Wednesday and photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Photo by Liz Young.
10 comments:
you do know how to turn a phrase.
February 15, 2017 at 7:04 PMRubbish (No, that is not my comment!) As I was saying rubbish or the detritus of our lives has so many tales to tell and it is fun to see others waste and conjure up stories of its past for our amusement as you have done so well here Ann,
February 15, 2017 at 10:41 PMA fading star. It happens, too often sadly.
February 16, 2017 at 4:37 AMClick to read my story!
Dear Ann,
February 16, 2017 at 5:56 AMAge old story well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
How sad when all we rely on is our looks and youth...
February 16, 2017 at 10:58 AMRealistic and well written tale.
February 16, 2017 at 12:27 PMBoth beautiful and tragic. A wonderful piece!
February 16, 2017 at 1:17 PMLoved it, also great photo choice.
February 16, 2017 at 7:13 PMAt least she still managed to go out with a smile on her face.
February 16, 2017 at 11:43 PMVery sad if there's nothing more to her life than those memories. Great story.
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