The woman stood over her on the train, much too close, and she started to play her usual game – the one where she makes up a whole life for the casual stranger in front of her. She looked for clues to use to begin the woman’s story. And this was when she noticed the woman’s skin, which showed signs of her age and her life – tattoos, vague stretch marks and tan lines and happy wrinkles around her mouth and eyes….a good starting point for an imagined life indeed.
For some reason, she cast a downward glance at her own milky white pallor, which reflected her life too – it screamed that she worried too much, she was more likely to develop rickets than melanoma, and she needed more time for personal grooming.
She barely recognized herself in her own skin.