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14 January 2012

100 Word Post : Dusky Dreamer


I sneak in, teased by the dusky tones of Chanel. I’m quite sure you’ve just left. The silver Victorian hand mirrors lay guarded on your dressing table, about to keep my secret. I gently pick one up and allow myself a seat. I tilt my head and raise my chin – pouting just a little - casting high ivory cheek bones swept with glittering bronze, your pearls wilting around my neck. My soft mousy wisps transform into deep chocolate curls and my lips become slicked with pink. I’m so ready for the man of my dreams; I’m now thirty, not thirteen.

5 comments:

  1. wow...that was really cool...love the image of the mirror holding secrets and memories...nice touch!

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  2. Some powerful imagery there in so few words, loved it.

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  3. Oh, I remember sneaking over to Mama's vanity and going through all her pretty trinkets and makeup. There's so much memory and love in a vanity! Beautiful 100, Lizzie. :)

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  4. There's an awful lot hiding away in here - you conjure up a lovely picture.

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  5. Great one. I love that it's probably every girl's memory!

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