Behind the Dark Glasses

She sits at a small corner table at the local Starbucks. Beautiful tall blue eyed blonde, but no one could tell the color of her eyes. Not behind those dark sunglasses. Those two pieces of glass with a designer's name stamped on the side of the frame. They hide everything about her from the outside world, but also keep her a prisoner.

She sits staring at the small screen, like everyone else, scrolling through nothing in particular. Men fall over themselves to talk to her, but she politely carves them up into pieces and sends them on their way, destroying their fragile egos. She sits there alone because it is better than sitting alone in her apartment. She doesn't want to admit life is passing her by. Her self-absorbed world is grinding to a halt. She is becoming common.

Once upon a time, she was known to thousands and the center of attention. An expert at smiling. A Geisha wearing a kabuki mask concealing an empty shell. She was a fairy tale princess without a prince. Always guarded, her heart would never allow someone in. She wants to look to the future, but the goblins of her past will not allow that. With only her past glories, alone, she hides in plain sight.

storybob@justaperson