The anthropologist sat cross-legged on the ashram floor, listening to a woman in saffron robes and a shorn head.
A veil of serenity kissed the woman’s meth teeth and the bruises from her abusive relationships.
A mother’s shoulders relaxed after forty years. Sapience had finally settled into her name.
Wow, Hema! I wish I could have thought of something with this much depth for this prompt. Wonderful.
Thank you, Margaret! I’m so glad it worked 🙂
So few words and yet I’m in there, sat on the floor watching and listening. Thank you Hema
Thank you so much, Sue! ❤️
“Meth teeth and bruises” is such a great example of Show-not Tell. Lovely piece, Hema.
Thank you, Sara! ❤️
wow!
Thank you, Srivalli!