The fading light of day seemed a fitting metaphor for the wan light of hope that slowly faded inside of her. The onset of night mirrored the darkness in her heart and her mind that threatened to, once and for all, vanquish her soul.
Standing before the mirror, she looked at the stranger’s face that stared listlessly back at her. Gone was the fresh-faced innocent who had come to this city with dreams in her heart and designs on fame and fortune.
Instead she saw the hard, jaded eyes of a woman who sold not only her body but her very essence with no more noble goal than food, shelter and the chemical poisons that gave her the strength to live just one more day.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: obscure.