There is false kindness in the gaze she casts on the girl. The mask remains impeccable despite the distaste. She is far too soft and always on the verge of tears, yet she wears a mask too and no one sees it. This dream is perfectly fitted to the girl, a growing thing, a real thing, as far she knows.
“What brings you home, Susan?”
She taps her chin in thought. “You don’t look well.”
// @anthclogy











