- Vol. 02
- Chapter 04
Image by Jean Gill
I liked to watch my mother putting on her lipstick. I'd line up the golden bullets of lush pinks and reds on her dressing table while she pouted at the mirror, smacked her lips together then said, 'There. That's me done.'
My mother never went anywhere without a lip-sticked kiss, so for her final journey I painted it on. 'There, Mum,' I whispered as I kissed ice-cold lips. 'That's you done.'