‘Slovenly.’ The word rang in her ears. Sandy wasn’t sure what it meant, but her mother’s tone of voice made it quite clear that it wasn’t a compliment.
‘Go to the bathroom and fix yourself up, love,’ her father whispered as she went past. ‘Don’t give her a reason to start on you.’
Sandy didn’t think she’d ever given her a reason. But a reason was always found. It didn’t matter that her uniform skirt was long: she was still called a slut. If her hair was out, she was a vixen. If it was back, she was a tease. The one time she dared try make-up it had become physical. Now, in the bathroom, Sandy stared in the mirror and wished she were anyone else.
Always love to read your “writing’, it draws the reader in beautifully and one wants to read on, quite a skill you have there….wish I had kept up my reading but life got in the way and I lost the link…have added it to my BOOKMARKS so can regularly read you…..am looking forward to it
Thanks, Danute! I hope I continue to provide you with some good reading!