A Design for Life by Emma Jones
Raining again. I can’t remember the last time I left my umbrella at home. Never mind, I’m spending most of my day indoors and have much more pressing worries at the hospital. The traffic light turns green. So many decisions, so many varieties of perfection. Like a kid in a candy store…
I want blonde hair, not too light, but more of a caramel colour with a slight wave that will drizzle itself over slim shoulders. Some blue eyes would match beautifully. My mother had blue eyes and almost jet black hair, very striking indeed, although a bit too cold for my liking.
A pedestrian crosses my path and I can’t help but notice her lips. No sign of collagen there. I prefer a much more prominent top lip but I very much like the natural colouring of hers, almost a purple-red, reminds me of beetroot. A great colour against her fair skin.
She strolls past my window and I glimpse her side profile. That nose is just too big for me. I want a petite one, perhaps with an ever-so-slight turn at the end. I’ll look at examples but I’m thinking along the lines of Julia Roberts’ shape. Apparently she has the traits and proportions of a perfect face. I must admit, she has aged very well, maybe I should enquire about wrinkle prevention. I’d be quite disappointed with crows feet at the age of forty. I’m already cursed with frown lines and have no interest in aging gracefully.
If my breasts slump any further they’ll be trailing the floor like the knuckles of a bloody orangutang. I want them smaller. A pert, palm-sized B, or C at the most. They would look ideal on a tall, slender frame. Not too tall though, that’s what stilettos are for; 5’6” to 5’9” would be ideal, so long as we can keep the feet dainty.
I pull into the car park of the fertility department. A perfect parking manoeuvre. I’ll keep that attribute thank you.
I walk towards the entrance as the clouds begin to part and the rain takes a coffee break. I think I’m finally prepared and decided on everything. Well… everything but a name for her.
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About the Author
Emma Jones
Born: Pontypridd, Wales, UK
Now Resides: Melbourne, Australia
Online: www.emmajones.yolasite.com
Bio: Emma Jones graduated in Law and is currently travelling the world with her backpack. Thanks to the ample amount of free time spent at airports, Emma is able to pursue her two favourite passions - writing and buying duty free goods. This story was first published in the Winter 2010-2011 issue of Adventures for the Average Woman.
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image by LonelyPierot.
