Almost Perfect
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She glanced at herself
in the mirror behind
the receptionist
and then once again
in the hallway mirror
before taking the stairs down.
A man coming up towards her,
noticed her immediately
and almost lost his step.
She got in her car
and glanced in the mirror.
What was that?
She looked sideways.
There was something,
still something.
She called from the parking lot
to make another appointment.
She drove home
and huddled away from the light
and into her
darkened house.
Almost perfect.
Almost.
Copyright © Douglas Brown | Year Posted 2024
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