Wednesday, 2 April 2014
Dumb short story
The mirror on the wall reflects all but the sordid image of Stacy Wells. The bathtub, overflowing with lukewarm water, contained a figure of mystery, and also of discontent. Such an individual she was, being born in the morning, to die at night, beside her 2 pillows drenched in tears and sadness. She got up from her bed, smashed her guitar, dragged herself down the corridor, and drew herself a bath. As she waited, the room began to steam up, and so did the mirror, hanging on the wall. She undressed quickly, and dipped her toe in, checking the temperature. She sunk herself into the bathtub, and reached out for a razor blade, and cut did she her arms up, on the left 2 veins, on the right 3, and collapsing into herself, the water turned a lovely shade of dark red. The mirror on the wall reflects all but the sordid image of Stacy Wells.