It was Saturday. He’d asked her to go to town with him. They worked so hard on the farm. She walked over to the mirror and gasped. Her white hair, long and stringy. Her skin, leathery and red. She began to work her magic.
He couldn’t believe what he saw. All the men in town would be jealous. Her beautiful hair peeking out from under a tiny hat. Her glowing skin. She wore a navy blue suit that matched her flashing eyes.
He offered her his arm and said, “My beauty?” She smiled.
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Thanks to Rochelle and Friday Fictioneers for the wonderful prompt and to Nathan Sowers for the photo.
The Write Scribe 
Magic at work, or perhaps just love, A great snippet that spoke to me
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Sweet story – beauty in the eye of the beholder.
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In his mind’s eye, she will always be his beauty.
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Did he see wht he wanted to see or did something magical happen? A lovely piece that leaves us wondering.
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Reminds me of a very old film “The Enchanted Cottage”. As Iain says, beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder. Lovely story.
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This is so sweet.
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