Blunt

Split second fantasy.  He’s idling his truck at the stop sign, waiting for her to reach the curb because he thinks she’s cute. She steps into the street, waves.  He nods back.  Accelerates forward. Gone as fast as second thoughts drive her fantasy away.

Last week, watching her friend’s hair fussery, she avoids her own reflection in the restroom mirror.  Says, someday, someday perhaps, I’ll be with someone who will tell me everyday that I am beautiful. 

You won’t be, you know, her friend replies. Not until you see it for yourself.  Never once taking her eyes off herself.

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100 words

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4 thoughts on “Blunt

  1. Isn’t that the irony of it all? Until we begin to see the beauty in ourselves and we let it radiate outwards, others don’t usually notice it. But I can promise, you are beautiful…on the inside and outside! And one day, there will be someone who will cherish you and think himself the luckiest man on the planet. 🙂

  2. As for the trucker, he would watch her through the rear-view mirror till she disappears into the horizon. Yes, she is indeed beautiful. Her mirror would whisper to her, before she knows it. 🙂

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