They say she favors her father’s side of the family. Tall and lanky as a child, all sharp angles and bony elbows, maturing into a big-boned, a thick-hipped, buxom woman.
She has their hazel eyes that change color with her mood – mercurial gray, to sunshine blue, to deep, angry emerald. Only, she rarely lets anyone close enough to decipher her disposition. If she did, her familial inclination toward madness would have been evident in those eyes. Black and treacherous enough to drown in, easily swept away on her riptide of emotions.
She hides her mania behind a blinding smile.
Thin spiral notebook 
wow –
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Wow! Fantastic 100 word story! Did you stumble upon that picture and use it as inspiration or was it the other way around?
Thanks for writing!
CW
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I found an album of old photographs at an antique store. I had the word, and then put this photo to it. They seemed to go together well.
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Definitely does- it set the mood perfectly. Well done!
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Thank you!
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