This is my second foray into 100 word stories, where you are challenged to write a story using specific words and limited to only 100.  This week is two:  Mug, Unfortunate, Global, Grime, Elephant, Splat, Dread.  I am not a writer but am unexpectedly finding this to be mentally stimulating and relaxing at the same time.  (Never said I was normal, did I?)   As I write, I find I’m doing it in a sing-songy voice…and now that’s even how I’m talking in my head…^^

A woman of many words becomes one of few.  This is mine…

Her posture echoed the age of the building rather than her youthful years of twenty-two. Gilted gold frames had long given way to sticky grime as glorious carpets grew threadbare in the once glamorous hotel, now simply rooms rent by the week.

I gazed from my perch and studied her shambling walk.  Unseeing eyes turned toward mine.

I beheld the shell of a woman who’d been queen of her world, lording over others and demanding admiration from all in her presence.  It was no more, the gilted gold revealing the lead underneath.

Unfortunate?  No, for ye reap what ye sow.