grey wisdom

Combing my long silky tresses, I admired my reflection in 

the mirror.Tessie grimaced.

I turned to face her.

Her celluloid image had painted nails, each hair in place 

and a made-up face hiding all its flaws while my oils were 

a connoisseur’s prized possessions.

“Silver streaks in your hair”, almost gasping.

“I know”, a calm and confident me.

“Let me fix an appointment with Yasmine’s Colour 

Parlour”, Tessie panicking, “You have hit fifty”.

“I have accumulated streaks of wisdom in half a century 

and will unabashedly flaunt it”.

Thud...... Tessie’s cell -phone lay on the floor, broken, 

bruised.

written for Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction.