Friday, September 7, 2012

Untouched By Time

Gazing, wistfully, into the vanity mirror she wondered what had happened to the woman whose reflection stared back at her. Gone forever were her flawless alabaster skin and the flowing raven tresses; replaced by sagging, wrinkled flesh and snow white wisps of hair, reminiscent of tufted straw.

Her beauty, her presence, her womanhood had been snatched away from her and masticated by the ravening maw of Time, leaving only this dry and brittle husk behind.

Behind her, she heard his slow, shuffling steps and felt his trembling liver-spotted hand rest lightly on her shoulder. He leaned down, planting a kiss on the top of her head and wheezed, “You still look like a million bucks to me, babe.”

This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction prompt: Memories


  1. Wonderful moment of reflection, and the beauty still mirrored in the reality. Great work.

  2. I loved this, it makes me think we should appreciate our youth whilst we have it, but love rarely sees the flaws.

  3. Ah, I love the way he said that :) Nicely done!!

  4. The sort of love we all want when time has had her eventual way!

  5. I love this so much!
    There are some fantastic descriptions in your story and I particulary like the middle sentence "masticated by the ravening maw of Time" is such an unusual but apt way to describe the aging process.