She gazed at the moon, while shattered dreams quietly rained down her cheeks. Faint light from the moon shimmered in her eyes. Waves pooled around her feet. She rubbed her hand over her stomach and felt only aching emptiness, where
The Exhibit – A Short Story
Today is the fifth one. I look into the mirror and add touches of mascara to my non-existent eyelashes. The reflection has become a stranger.