She carried her secret like a small but heavy stone in her stomach. Never unaware of it’s weight pressing down inside her. Each day, she painted on her smile, raspberry red. She donned her professional armour, tailored suit, five inch heels. Behind her glasses, her olive eyes always shielded, never dropping the façade for a second. Safeguarding her true self.
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Beautifully written.
Oh thank you! I wasn’t going to post it because I had hoped it would evolve into more but, Nope! I couldn’t expand on it…
So that makes me very happy!
The old writer’s adage: Less is more. If there were more, it wouldn’t be so mysterious and.. well, hidden. 🙂
Yes!!!!! Anymore would’ve revealed “her” secret!
Exactly. More would give it away. A little mystery and curiosity and imagination does wonders.
Thanks babe! Suffering from severe block at the moment!
Keep chipping away. This was a good place to start!
Will do! I’m determined!
You go, girl!
Beautiful! So much in so few words!
Aw! Thanks! I wasn’t going to post it but I thought… Fuck it!
LOL I’m glad you did!
Haha!
Beautifully written. You could have written this for me. I wonder how many erotica writer’s, closet bi’s etc feel like this as they carry their personal secret around inside for the rest of their lives, knowing that personal circumstances know that they can never share it with the people around.
Thank you! Yes we all keep parts of ourselves tucked away don’t we?
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