Friday, 24 October 2014
Flash Fiction Friday: Why can't I see what they can?
Why can't I see what they can?
Sitting before the dressing table mirror with tears forming in my eyes and my corset still unfastened, the swell of my ample breasts visible, I opened my small battered compact and stared at the much smaller reflection of myself, the reflection I still preferred.
Even though I had been called beautiful, sexy, gorgeous and all the positive things a woman loves to hear I still couldn't understand why people used those words to describe me, because all I could see was the man I used to be, not the woman I had sacrificed so much to become.
I hope you enjoy my flash and visit all my friends who also have 100 words, based on the same image, to entertain you with.