63 words: Frills

Nothing could keep her settled for long. She tried picking fruit off near bare trees. She tried reading in the sunlight. Anticipation for the next thing pulled her forward, never able to keep her comfortable. She was bare, worn down to her skin and frail bones. She was dustless wind. She was bath water with no bubbles, no salt. All the frills gone.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s