Daily Prompt: Fragile

via Daily Prompt: Fragile

The woman was very old. She moved slowly, she spoke slowly, she even blinked slowly. Her wrinkles danced around her face like ballerinas in the setting sun. She smiled. She was so precious. She would shatter to dust at touch, like a butterfly wing. She was a piece of china that no one was allowed to use.

She was fragile.

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