Despite the rain, it was a good day. As a matter of fact, the rain for all those in line, was a sign of good things to come. The rain was starting the cleansing process. That’s why she wasn’t bothering to use an umbrella. She wanted to feel the rain and be in the mind set of change.
The line was moving at a faster pace than anticipated. She was bubbling up inside. She saw the joy on the faces of those who had made it inside and back out.
When it was finally her turn, she went straight into the chair with no hesitation. She closed her eyes and thought of all those she had wronged. Then she felt a sharp pain from the anaesthesia administration. Then, 67 minutes later she emerged as a new person. Her face no longer recognizable . The face transplant was as successful as all those before her. A new face. A new life. And just one lie.
Categories: identity, photograph, Psychology, society, weird, writing prompt
Send me some rain, please.
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Hehe. Oh my!
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i Woke Up…
A Rich Man… A Day…
Breaking Dawn… No limits…
Putting on a New Face to Love…:)
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Interesting thought. What if we could do this?
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How many of us would?
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Need rain soon!
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May it rain. May it rain. 🙂
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