You can fool yourself, but you can’t fool the mirror, she thought. Pouches under her eyes and deep crevices on either side of her mouth mocked her.
She looked away.
Like the artist considering pigments on a palette, her eyes surveyed an array of tubes and bottles. How many hundreds of dollars had she wasted in a fruitless quest to appear youthful?
Too many. Hope springs eternal…
Once beautiful, she’d been a woman accustomed to the kindness of men; now she was invisible.
The anonymity of age was wounding.
She reached for the tube of concealer, hoping to recapture magic.
Word count: 100
Author’s Note: This flash fiction is written in response to Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge to craft a story utilizing the word (or theme of) ‘quest.’ The 100 Word Challenge can be found here.