Details about The Wedding by Ruth Heald
The Wedding by Ruth Heald – The reflection draws me to her, but when I get closer I see the real me. Mascara in angry black streaks down my face, tear tracks parting my thick foundation. A couple of the clips in my hair are tumbling out, half suspended between my head and shoulders, strands of dark hair breaking free. I run my hand over the soft silk of my dress, feeling the edge of the rip from earlier under my fingers, now sewn up so neatly it’s barely noticeable. Not all scars can heal so beautifully, even if you can’t see them any more.