By Jacky Lang
She stood under the harsh bathroom light wondering about the damage. This was going to be harder to explain than demanding to talk to the slow delivery driver’s manager, or throwing out the barely burnt cookies.
Nothing was ever good enough. She was never good enough. Why couldn’t anyone else see that? Even an expensive haircut couldn’t hide her flaws and imperfections.
“I’ll just trim this bit the hairdresser missed.”
One hour later and she was probably mostly bald at this point. It was hard to tell in the smashed mirror. She started washing the blood and hair down the drain.
I think the last line sums up the gist of the story well.
‘She started washing the blood and hair down the drain.’
The last line drives home the message that perfection is illusory, something hard to achieve for mere mortals like us.
A very well-crafted, thought-peovoking story that leaves us, readers, guessing about The Price of Perfection in the end.
Thanks for the story.
Thanks for such a thoughtful comment, and for taking the time to read.
Very sad. Perfectionism is indeed an affliction.
Nicely done. I like the shattered mirror detail.
Thank you.