The mascara left streaks around her eyes, the lipstick was smeared, her face almost a wreck as she gazed at her reflection. The small hand mirror with its wooden handle, an intricate woodwork of flowers and a small swan with its elegantly curved neck had retained its shimmer,she had not.
Life had happened
And life had been cruel.
She gazed at herself again. Her thick black curls tumbled around her face, ringlets of pure silver shining away,reaching her waist.
Proud of their existence.
Just like her.
Unbent, unbroken, resilient.
The clock struck 9, the calendar read 2017.
There was work to be done and appointments to be kept.
She pulled on her faithful red sweater, it reached her knees and hugged her curves. Wipe off those tears,
Life could be cruel but life would not wait.
And life was now!
*The first girl is intentionally a little ambiguous right now, working on her character development. Her story will get clearer as the book progresses!
Again, my first effort!
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The Three Good Girls!
General FictionThree girls, three lives, three different dreams and one city!Their heartbreaks and tears in their quest for love! A saga of all their (mis)adventures! A story of heart breaks and tears and the resolve to keep going, Happy and sad, A story true to...
