Every Friday, authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words and offer constructive criticism and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well. The prompt is from Janet Webb. (If you squint you can see her name in the frame of the mirror. Cool that.) If you care to join us, check out Rochelle Wisoff-Fields http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/10/12-september-2014/
Ever since the change, I’ve avoided mirrors and windows. Any reflective surface, really. My eyes skitter past any accidental glances. I don’t like what I see. When I was young, they promised miracles. “Modern medicine will see people living well into their hundreds.” The doctors said. Then they came for me. “It’s just one, quick procedure. This won’t hurt.” They assured me. They lied. And now, instead of the youthful vitality they promised, I face centuries of desiccated wandering. Always thirsting for what was lost and never satisfied with what I find.