Friday 23 January 2015

Flasher Fiction Friday- Disfigured

It's Friday, and that means I have 100 words to capture you. The photo helps. I'm not alone in this challenge. The blog will link you to all the other interpretations on the same picture.

Peering, she lingered on the fringe of the crowd, in the corner of the alley. The people on the sidewalk couldn’t see her as she wore the shadows like a cloak. She’d been told she deserved the shadows, to keep her ugly face hidden. The world wasn’t ready for her. She wasn’t ready for them, either. Civilization was beyond her, so she stayed in the gutters, the alleys, amid rats and filth.

But she had learned to see more with one eye than the rest of the world saw with two. The left never was, no socket, no scar. Cyclops.