Angry and alone running scattered thoughts through her mind. "I feel betrayed" Sophia say's lashing out at her image in the mirror. "I don't believe this face has no one to kiss" weaving her hands across her facial features. "I'm getting older you know?" She say's to herself resting her index finger on a minuscule fold in the skin. "A wrinkle" she exclaims, moving her finger over the tiny crease. Closing her eyes, staring at herself blindly. "I'm beautiful" she say's to herself opening her left eye and gazing back into herself. "Tonight I'll have a man to persuade." She stops, thinks, then say's to herself in the mirror "then I'll throw him away."
Watching the boys shift out from home room she was excited for the weekend, work was over. Teaching had become menial. Educating today's youth no longer brought her pride the way it used to. "Why did you have to leave me" she whispered to herself as the last of her students disappeared into the mid day summer sun. She was lonelier then ever. Sitting in a tiny desk in the corner of the class room she thought about herself again, standing there next to him. Putting her hands, balled up in fists, under her chin, she mumbled "I miss him." realizing where the loneliness was coming from. Her excitement vanishes, and she stays sitting on the chair almost detained, but breathing. "He was such a good kisser" she say's touching her upper lip with her manicured hand. "But that was twenty years ago."she say's tearing up at the memory. "Now he's gone." She knows now, sitting there in the middle of her own class room,