The Freckle Thief

Elara had always hated her freckles. A scattered constellation of dots on her nose and cheeks etched like a boyish drawing, she longed to sweep them away as if they were a slate board erasing her carefree days outside and herself, longing to look like the rest of the pasty-pale porcelain girls that all her friends aspired to be. With concealer, she battled her facial topography with a layered camo of cream that set in to an invisible boundary.