From The Outside In

 

Some may see a frank, very straightforward, not much to her, kind of women when they look at her. It was normal for her to have a cigarette between her middle and index fingers, and rings around each of the others at all times. She didn’t smoke all the time but when she blew the smoke out of her cracked lips it’s like seeing your breath on a cold winter morning. Her hair is white as snow. This hat she always wore, quite elderly as it was had much meaning to her. It helped keep all her thoughts from spilling over like a volcano. The jewels around her neck sat so perfect almost as if they were painted on. Her face never had expression on it. Almost nobody could understand her. The ones that did, well as for them they all shared a little secret.