Another day, another wig. Another day to hate the pressure that was put upon her, the pressure to be different each day.
Today she decided to go for the brown wig. Once upon a time, when she still had her natural hair, she'd been a brunette. Usually the wig was too painful for her to wear, considering that it reminded her of better days, but today she just wanted to feel more like herself.
She looked in the mirror, judging her reflection. With all the implants, with all the adjustments made over the years, she doubted she could ever truly feel like herself again.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Historia CortaMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
