The woman in her mirror. Had she forgotten how to smile? Flash fiction
While looking in her dresser mirror, Rachael realized she needed someone to make her feel beautiful again.
Rachael sat looking into the mirror in her beautiful bedroom, decorated in creamy lime and yellow with a hint of pale blue. She was oblivious to the beauty around her, instead, she was searching her image staring back at her.
The lines around her eye's and mouth were more prevalent this past year. She noticed she had lost the twinkle she once had in her eye's.
" Age, what a sneaky enemy she thought, arriving ever so slowly and leaving a telltale gift. "
She remembered how beautiful she once was, petite with thick black hair that was naturally curly and shiny.
She had been a happily married woman with a son Nick whom she adored.
When her husband passed away, it seemed the bright lights dimmed around her, never shinning as brightly again. Her son was her pride-and-joy. His marriage and her first grandchild brought back some meaning to her life.
Remembering and smiling at her image, she turned to walk away but suddenly caught a glimpse of sadness appearing on her face. She turned toward the mirror once more and said out loud, " I need more. I need someone in my life who can make me feel beautiful again. "
That said, she pulled out her makeup drawer on her mirrored dresser and began applying makeup. The first time she felt the desire in a long, long time.
Rachael began a daily routine of applying makeup and caring more about her appearance.
One day, just out of the blue, she thought, " I am going to get a job. " She was excited! When the evening paper arrived, she scoured the want ads hoping to find something she could do. One ad seemed to jump off the paper, ' Wanted, a mature woman in our cosmetic department. ' She knew she would be good at this and it was at her favorite store, Macy's.
She arrived early hoping to be the first to apply. She met with the store manager and the interview went well. She was hired immediately. She was thrilled!
As she walked to her car, she seemed to have an extra bounce in her step. She felt alive! When she turned the key in her old Honda Civic, she thought, " I think i'll swing by the dealership, i've been needing a new car for years and this dull gray color has got to go!
