Mrs Morph

She has a reasonably pretty face – but when she eats, it contorts into shapes reminiscent of Plasticine. I want to look, but I can’t. I shouldn’t. But I am drawn. The clay-like forming-reforming sends out magnetic waves, which relentlessly attract the compass of my eyes. Stop it! Stop eating! Stop digging at the space behind your bottom lip with your tongue! Keep your face still, just smile – I can ignore a smiling, reasonably pretty face, but this… this! Begone with your Plasticine face, reasonably pretty lady!

The train pulls in at the station. I quickly stand, turn, walk for the doors and exit. The train departs. She is behind me now. But the Plasticine face of the reasonably pretty lady will always be in my mind.


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