Brigits Flame JFF Entry - July 2012 - Week 3 - "Scale"
Amy stood in front of her bathroom mirror, naked, and studied herself. Her sharp, brown eyes traced the lines of the bones trying to debut their way right out from under her skin. She turned to the side: her shoulder blade was a tiny, malformed and irrelevant wing.
111.
That was her lucky number today.
111.
Two days before, it had been 113.
A week before that, 117.
Amy sighed. She reached down for her clothes on the floor and pulled on the size 0 pants that were now too big. The t-shirt that had been hanging limply on the towel rack made its way over her head to hang just as limply from her shoulders.
Amy sighed, and then picked up the screwdriver one more time. She concentrated on the turning of each of the screws, rather than on the significance of what she was doing until she’d removed all but one of them.
She loosened it with the screwdriver and then put the tool down. Her bony hands shook slightly as she turned the screw between her fingers, catching the glass with her other hand as the last screw dropped to the floor.
Amy carried the one remaining mirror out to the dumpster, and began bringing in the drop cloths, brushes, and paint.