Jilly sat there on her mother's bed absentmindedly stroking the head of her dog. Her mother was sat at her vanity table sifting through a gold and red box that held tubes and tubs of makeup.
Jilly always enjoyed watching her mother in the morning as she applied colours to her skin making her eyes glisten and her lips moist. She watched as her mother's hand delicately flicked a brush over her cheek leaving a layer of punk behind. Occasionally her mother would let her have some of the magic paint on her lips and eyes and she would giggle as the brushes tickled her skin.
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A collection of Short stories
Short Story***Longer pieces at the end (word count in brackets) **** So over the last three years I've been at University completing a Creative writing degree. Over this time I have wrote a lot of short pieces of work (as exercises as well as just for fun) T...
