Painted face Stories

“I feel disgusting.” The way she said it, it wasn't an apology or a plea. It was simply a truth she laid out between them, as if it were no more strange than saying the sky was blue, or the river ran north. He studied her face, how the sun hit the fine bones beneath her skin, and he could not reconcile the word "disgusting" with what he saw. Her hair was the color of a wheat field set ablaze; her body slim, almost careles...