Emerson, Portals

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ByEarl
Emerson, Portals
She rests her head against the cold pane, eyes closed, and for one stop, no one is looking at her. The glass fogs faintly with her breath. Outside, the platform light moves past in smears of gray and gold, unbothered by what it touches — she envies that, a little. Things that get to be looked at and only seen for what they truly are.

Her mother used to say she’d model, if she wanted — brush moving through her hair, voice full of a pride that assumed the compliment was a gift. Was it wrong that she’d wanted to be seriously considered for her hard-earned abilities as an ER doctor, not her face because it might be attractive? No one had warned her that a face could become a job you never applied for, one with no fixed hours, one you can’t hide from, one you have to overcome, and no way to quit.

The train doesn’t stop at the next station. Emerson keeps her eyes shut a moment longer — finding peace within while she can.

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Monte Stevens
Monte Stevens
25 days ago

This is a lovely woman! I love how she is in her world and yet a part of this world. A lovley story and I like how you end it with finding peace within!

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Earl
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Earl
25 days ago
Reply to  Monte Stevens

We don’t often consider that being attractive or beautiful can be a burden. However, this can happen in certain circumstances, especially when someone wants to be taken seriously for reasons beyond their looks. Some people fully embrace their attractiveness, while others prefer to focus on different priorities. Neither approach is wrong; both individuals have the right to choose what matters most to them.

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