Tag: Grey hair

I am generally cheerful

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How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

Long hair going grey, slightly downturned mouth, squinting eyes. I think I could be classed as ordinary. One of the crowd, slightly chubby normal woman?

How would an AI portray me? It’s hard to say. My skin isn’t smooth and blemishless! I’ve been looking at the free image library here but sometimes it comes up with weird ideas I wrote about an old TV show earlier and the selection of images that came up were Cyclists?! A description of me would be vague, no real distinguishing features? A bit worn out.

I would add that my body isn’t beautiful, it’s a mismatch of shapes and sizes. Bits keep failing. I don’t think I would pass an MOT. I have a Midlands accent and a reasonable singing voice. That’s it!

Hair

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I need a haircut! It’s been two years since my last one and my hair is all split ends and straggly. It means that I shall have to have about four inches cut off because I like the length. Its taken me decades to get it this long! Plus I need a fringe cutting back in. These days I look like a dandelion. Very fluffy like an old English shepherd dog when it’s washed. I’m not showing my face, and I’ve added texture to my hair, it’s never been sleek and shiny, but as I get older it had got more like hay!

Grey woman

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Hallucination, dream, ghost?

At 3am on Halloween morning he awoke to see a figure by the bed. Still, silent, watching him. He blinked and it was gone. But it’s memory stuck in his mind. A grey haired tall woman. Middle aged, quite slender. He sat up and looked all round the room, but the only noise was the tick of the clock and the hum of the central heating. There was no place to hide in the small single bedroom. Not even any curtains to hide behind, with a telltale shoe sticking out. He doubted anyone could squeeze behind venetian blinds…..

Eventually sleep dragged him down into its arms again. Then when he was settled, the figure pushed through the wall and back next to him again. Eyes staring, never blinking, a look of sadness on her face. Never knowing her grandson till now. Knowing it was his last night on earth. One minute here… Tick… The next.. Gone.