I yearned to gaze at her fully and etch her plentiful lips and youthful features into my memory. A glimpse had provided enough detail to piece together the last twelve months. She and I were similar, except there were no creases by her eyes or grooves beside her mouth. Richard had affectionately referred to my wrinkles as merriment markers; yet I hadn’t laughed in years. I tried to relax, attempting to soften my appearance. There was nowhere to hide from my husband’s lover as we sat together at the mediation, separated by not only by a table but also twenty years.

100 word fiction.