A Destroyed Dream

7/9/23. I’m so hungry. The Mist hasn’t left in Months. Everyone is Dead. All i hear is ringing. He is coming.

8/9/23. The bells grew louder and louder, and the mysterious Mist parted to reveal an unknown figure. Before I could say anything, he came all over me. The Second Coming is at hand. All the corpses came to life.

“Whoah, whoa, whoa! Cut!” The director yelled. “This is a family pictcha, fer chrissakes! Whaddya think we are, a buncha pigs? You Hoboken Cinderella!”

Abashed, she put her dress down. No one had ever expressed outrage at the sight of her bottom before. For the 1st time in Nora's life, she felt embarrassed. "Why does my face feel warm?" she whispered to her hairdresser. "It's your 1st blush," came the answer. She kinda liked it.

Nora stared at herself in the mirror, her innocence melting away. I've been reckless she thought, sitting in silence for the rest of the haircut. Afterward, she paid, went straight home, threw out all her dresses, and wore pants for the rest of her long, distinguished life.