{ imaginativa }

[ Pending Question ]

It was a dark, cold, lonely, night, she finally, silently sat by the window sill with a lit cigarrette.
The aroma of burning candles and the crackle of the ice invaded the room.
In the silence she sat ; recalling images from the recent trip, the images collected and framed.
Now mere decorations in the empty bedrooms of that house.
She blew smoke, took a sip of her Appleton's and asked herself:

–Who WAS the girl in those pictures?

–Is that the woman I am today?

–Or the girl I never knew then?

posted by {imaginativa} @ 12:32 AM