She glanced in the mirror for what must have been the hundredth time, trying to not look at the door behind her as she studied her face.  I’m no beauty she thought looking away from her reflection maybe once but no longer.  Wasted some might say but she disagreed, still.  Her eyes swung wide taking in more than the worried eyes and tired smile written across her face she was what, happy, enough she joked with those who cared to ask.  The sun dipped behind a cloud throwing unsteady shadows around the room.  Slowly her eyes drifted from the window back to the looking-glass the gloom banded her in dark grey slants.  “Gretch,” the familiar voice called from the other room and it sounded like the crash of chains she thought as she turned to leave.