maryannerose1
Sisters, hard to explain but we are. Our similarities are harsh, it's like seeing the worst parts of yourself in the mirror but animated differently, able to talk and have a life outside of you, able to cause messes and disasters and still at the end of it turn and say, I'm of your bones.
her influence was spreading slowly, like it couldn't get enough energy to get off the floor. Her head nodded down on her blouse and she waited for the train home. How could she be so useless and yet everyone ask for her help? She had no choice but to leave early. She had never been so tired.
She raised her hand to her mouth and took a deep drag, inhaling the smoke from the cigarette (damp, from the seams of her coat pocket) and looked out at the empty street.