Mrs P

Mrs P

A click click click of her heel and a swish of her flowing skirt,marched briskly down the corridor. Her hair was pulled into a stiff bun. Dark wispy grey's could be seen,stuck firmly to her head by putrid old style hairspray. Overpowering.

Her eyes darted this way and that way,like a wild animal eagerly waiting to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. Although alert, her eyes had lost their sparkle over the years and appeared lost. Lost in the mass of tight wrinkles that etched and criss crossed across her gaunt face. Lost through her youth that was diminishing at a rapid pace.

Her nose was long and pointed,her studious glasses perched at the end ,right at the end,to the point where they were at risk of falling right off. As if aware of it, she promptly pulled them back up over her nose,still not over her eyes,with her long finger.

A loud shade of red nail varnish could still be seen, although evidently chipped and worn at the edges. She was still trying to maintain some sense of youth and feminity. The rouge clashed with the stiff pink skirt and shirt suit she was wearing,ironed to perfection. her towering heels put her on another level,although the constant clickety clicks were slowly wearing the heels down. Just like indeed she herself was worn down.