December 3, 2015

PRETTY  FACE

I hadn’t seen her in at least 10 years.

When I saw her I wondered, “What happened?”

Growing up she had such a pretty face - a great

smile, one dimple - no acne - just joy and radiance.

Now a scowl ran the whole scene. Her whole

face was tight and hard. I felt an, “Uh oh!”

I sort of whispered to someone, “What happened to so and so?”

After a pause and a look around the room in

the funeral parlor, I found out what might have

happened. Woo. It was anger.  It was worse

than what a razor blade or tossed acid

could do to what was once a pretty face.

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2015

Painting on top by
Stacey Gammon Fine