Beauty's Death | A 100 Word Story

#708 | XVII The Star - Eulalie--A Song | Edgar Allan Poe Tarot

My reflection in the lake shimmers under the moonlight. Enhancing my dress and my hair cascading off my shoulders. I could just kiss this image of me. My midnight eyes draw me in.

I lean in closer to the ripples. There are no imperfections on my face. My smile twinkles against the stars. One shoots across the sky and I turn my head to look up as it passes over me.

My hair falls into the lake and I feel a tug. I try to scream but it’s too late. I drown in my beauty, under the star filled sky.

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