Her pasty white skin looked like finely pressed, stark linen. She had adorned her cheeks with a delicate amount of rose dust blush. It reminded me of a red pen on a blank piece of paper. Her lips were perched into beautifully full red lines. The lipstick matched the bright red sectional sofa. Her hands were spread into five lengthy fingers, off white bone draped in flesh. It made me think of a skeleton, metal and fabric turned into a fashionable modern chair. In fact everything looked like skeletons especially in the winter, and it was just that, winter. The leaves on the trees reddened, dried and feathered to the ground. All that remained was a bark coloured skeleton. The fine leafless ends of each branch reminded me of her thin fingers. .... 