Fiction Friday – Opposites – the mousey eyed woman

The mousey eyed woman turned away from the kiss.

The new view was dying, brown, curled and crunchy beneath her feet.

The view she had turned away from was greening.

A train clopped by in the distance and the frozen pond before the mousey eyed woman refused to offer up a reflection.

She could have had cake, soft, sweet and frosted but chose humble pie instead.

Life, love, riches, travel and cake hedged in, isolated, contained by a fence.

The mousey eyed woman had open space before her.

By Sally

Sally Franklin Christie Blogger and Author of If I Should Die and Milk Carton People.