TEMPLATE

Davina stared at her naked body in the smart mirror. She could remember nothing of the journey home and her mind still bordered on numb. The tears had stopped, leaving both cheeks striped with mascara, and she could feel rage building where before there had just been witless acceptance. Her image was partly obscured by the rosy reflection of the flashing neon sign across the way, but not enough to hide the match indicator in the top left-hand corner ...

Published (2020) on Tall Tale TV. Listen here