She looked at the bust. Everyone around said it was lovely and that it captured her exactly.
But she hated it!
God! She did not look like that! She could not!
The bust showed an old lady. But she was young, was she not? How could the artist do this to her?
And then it hit her!
Time, the cruel robber, had taken away what was hers.
It was given to her and now it was taken away.
It was never hers to claim.
But my heart is still young! That shall remain like that, she vowed.
Written for the #FFfAW 147
The challenge is to write a story for the photo given in 100-150 words. Plus or minus 25 words.
Photo credit: Enisa
Number of words: 97
So true Meena. At times, I still feel like I am in college mentally….and then I hear the creak of my joints and wake up 🙂
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I know. 🙂
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Nicely written!
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Nice! 👍
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Thank you
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I get that feeling every time I look in the mirror. “Who is that old man?”
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Haha! I get that feeling with old photos. I seem so different
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Hahaha! Of course we all feel young in our hearts! Sad to come to the realization that we are not. Great story!
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Know the feeling well Meena.
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