Sylvia Bennett

THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK

She ran her hand through her long hair. Her hair had once been her crowning glory. Now, the once luxurious locks, had lost some of the walnut shine, the grey mixed with white caused the illusion of a lighter color. She kept her hair long almost to her waist; but instead of letting it run free across her shoulders, she usually either pulled it back in a braid or a ponytail. Her eyes betrayed her age. She now required glasses to read and even then, a bright light was needed.