Stories Untold

As she inhales another breath of her cigarette, a look of serenity covers her face. At the age of sixty three you can tell she’s had a good, long, adventurous life. Each wrinkle on her forehead tells a tale, an experience she had many years ago. The deep grey tan left on her face, showing she spent her time in the sun. Skin dark and worn out sags down from her face. A hat to hide her eyes that are full of mysterious stories she dares not to tell. Her body language, the way she carries herself shows her lifetime of elegance and etiquette. Through her perfectly perched lips, a bitter expression comes while releasing some  smoke. The necklace overlaying her wrinkled neck matches perfectly with the rings on her fingers. Gems that appear to be as old as she is. A soft breeze blows and her thin, brittle hair is brushed away from her face. She is an untold story dying to be read.