Wednesday, April 23, 2025

Inside Her Head

 

She couldn’t see them with her eyes closed, but if she’d been listening, she could have heard them snickering.

Of course, not everyone laughed at her. Most people just gave her a wide berth, averting their gaze with pursed lips as they went on with their day.

Her time was spent inside her head, away from her outer self; that old lady living out of a shopping bag on a park bench. The old parka, sweatpants, and ragged oversized galoshes disappeared inside her head.

Inside her head, where the music never stopped playing, she was a young diva again, forever.

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