theme: never forget my smile
by victoria minks
She sat in the corner of the coffeeshop, cradling her cup in her hands and inhaling the bitter perfume of the dark brew. People chattered around her, but she had become a pro at mentally blocking everything out as she curled up alone at the farthest table.
The sun turned sharp angles to peek through the tangle of overgrown trees into the garden. An old woman was sitting hunched over on a log, watching large black ants with an air of distraction. She turned her face to the light and scowled. “It is always so bright,” she fussed, turning so the sun hit her stooped back. The frown wrinkles didn’t ease in the dimness, though--they were her favorite accessory.