pimple
She spotted it on a regular morning inspection of her face. It was perched quietly on her nose like a mischievous child. The longer she stared at it the bigger it grew. Soon it had become so big that it was taking over the face. So when she looked in the mirror, she didn't notice the beguiling eyes, cheekbones, lips that curled up, smooth fall of a chin. Only the bump stood out.
And when she stepped out into the world, everyone seemed to be looking at it. Every whisper was a taunt, every look a stare. She didn't realise they each had their pimples to think about.
And when she stepped out into the world, everyone seemed to be looking at it. Every whisper was a taunt, every look a stare. She didn't realise they each had their pimples to think about.
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