Short Stories

AN UNWELCOME IMAGE

           Edie Morcan stopped next to the rocks in the strip between the sidewalk and the street. The heavy shopping bag in her left hand sent a message up her arm that said keep walking, but the red silk scarf in the store window caught her eye.

“Red is not your color,” her mother always said.  “You disappear behind it.”

Edie loved red anyway. She raised her eyes. The face peering back jolted her. For the first time, she realized that she looked exactly like her mother, even down to the pattern of her graying hair.

She reached down for the nearest rock.    

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