It was hard to tell her exact age. Some said if you counted the lines on her face you could calculate it as you would a tree, and she’d laughed.
She’d been here forever.
Even the oldest resident said she had been old when they were a child, some believing she was a kind of god in her own right.
She knew what you were thinking before you had it straight in your mind, knew what you were going to do before you even stood up, saw what lay ahead without even opening her eyes.
And those eyes…………….. bottomless wells of inky blue, with just the right amount of sparkle and devilment to keep you on your toes.
She would tell you stories of the past, careful not to give the age game away, but enough to make you wonder if she had ever been young.
Everyone looked to her for advice and guidance, she was the eldest of elders, and the Mother of all Conscience.
- Follow pensitivity101 on WordPress.com
- 469,139 hits
Red Letter Day is a work of fiction and copyrighted to Pensitivity101 as the author.
Unless otherwise stated, feel free to copy anything else of mine for personal use.
It would be nice if you linked back to my blog when doing so.
Not to be used by commercial sites or for advertising purposes.
Please note, my personal photographs and some graphics have owner copyright (further details from Google images where applicable).