Gothel groaned, long, kinky dark
hair now riddled with a melody of grey. To be completely honest, her
mane was now more grey than black, the once lustrous and silky
strands stretched and broken. Beige and deep brown age spots littered
her hands and space, spider veins running through her legs.
Wool blankets covered each mirror,
she couldn’t bare to look at herself anyone.
Old, ugly, haggard. Her realized
dependency on that dumb blonde washed up on her like a wave of icy
water.
She decided