The Lady's Back

I looked at the woman sitting in my office. Her hair was a different colour and the glasses were new but she was still the same woman I had fallen for five years ago. Fallen so hard that I still had the bruises.

Her face still looked like porcelain and her mouth still looked like she wanted to laugh at something you'd said. She looked as good as ever. In fact, she looked better than when I had last seen her. The last time I had seen her, she had been lying on a coroner's gurney with a tag tied around her toe and her lovely forehead had been marred by an ugly bullet hole.