At my sons’ school the other day, I ran into this perfectly
gorgeous woman. Gorgeous as in drop-dead gorgeous. The kind of gorgeous that
comes only with physical perfection.
With nothing else to do, I stole covert glances at her. And started
noticing the details- the carefully applied make-up, the deliberately
mismatched but frightfully expensive clothes, the way she kept smoothening her
perfect hair. Was all that really necessary for a routine visit to school?
With a start, I realised, she’d never once smiled; didn’t
seem to know how to. She is gorgeous, but I am glad to be me.
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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
2 comments:
You are fabulous!!! I know what you mean
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SueAnn
Natasha - Such wisdom! And my husband tells me that a smile is one of the most beautiful things about a women. So you keep on having pride in yourself. Your husband and sons are lucky, lucky people.
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