Beauty sat at her mirror.
“When did we get old?”
The man who sprawled in the wreckage of her bed laughed gently.
“Speaking for myself, long back. But you, my beautiful, remain as young as a May morning.”
As a diversion it succeeded as well as anything, and she even smiled her carefully practiced smile.
And yet, once he was gone back to his life she couldn’t stop seeing crows feet at the corners of her eyes.
A handful of tablets could not promise eternal youth, but they did guarantee dreamless rest.
And that would have to do…