A Collection of Beginnings

The Experiment

Although many unfortunate circumstances surrounded Becky's life, very few had committed the disservice of calling her pretty. It was simply impossible to do so sincerely. The woman's hands were that of a common laborer, and perfectly alluded to the rough hand with which fate had shaped her. In fact, everything about her was that way. Her back was permanently slouched - a memento from teenage years, and the rest of her features were assembled in such a way that only the generous dared to call her "plain".

Despite this, her youth had been kind to her, resulting in not only a handful of different boyfriends but a husband as well. While not exactly a period of bliss, her brief taste of matrimony had left her eager for another match, though her ability to find one was very much up for debate.

But even in the darkest of times hope retains the flexibility of a serpent, weaving its way through the smallest of cracks in the shadows.