Taaj Bowers

The Suitcase

I began to move closer to the double sided mirror, drawn to the distance behind her eyes. I wondered if she could see me studying her, searching for any ounce of dishonesty that would reveal the answers we longed for. Her deep blue eyes posses a compelling emptiness. Sandy’s monochromatic teal suit is stained and yet, she begins to smooth her untidy curls into a neat bun.