Thursday, February 01, 2018

Flash Fiction # 288 -- Aged (Drabble)

I brushed against the old woman and shrieked in dismay, seeing her long gray hair and craggy face.  Her spider-like fingers caught my arm to keep her balance, and I jerked away.

"Cover yourself!" I shouted.

She flaunted the rule of decency; those of us who would be young forever did not want to see death.

"You think you are one of the blessed?" she asked.  "Your end of time will come."

I didn't believe her, but words haunted me. I dyed my hair every week and covered new lines on my face with makeup.  

I would live forever.

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