Woe-Begone

They found her in a car park – her hair dishevelled, her appearance woebegone. But she carried self-respect instead of a begging bowl, and refused to accept alms.

They promised to give her work and took her home. They fed her, clothed her and lent some makeup to boost her confidence.

Soon, she disappeared with the valuables from the house.

Her tears? Practiced.

Her soul? Untraceable.

She left behind a sense of guilt for falling prey to cons.


Weekend Writing Prompt #434

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