Broken pieces of the so called heart
Brushed under the rug, again
Putting on the best smile
Going about the day
Who says only actors have to put up a show
Broken hearts are in a tow
Gonna put on the best show
Still got a long long way to go
I took a step back. My mouth opened a bit in shock and horror. Frozen. The memories began to flash in front of my eyes. Ugly, evil memories which remain etched on me like invisible scars.
Unknowingly, I kept moving backwards until there wasn’t any space left. I turned around to find a mirror blocking my way. Hoping to see my reflection, I tried to clear it with my hand, but I could only see a blurred image of a familiar, scared little girl who seemed lost.
This is in continuation to a 50 word story ‘The Danger Sign’ (Ash Tray) written by me earlier. Find it here. (yup, that would be scene 1)
Scene 3 – Coming Soon…