Rachelskirts posted portraits of people in her life. I really liked the idea, so I’m stealing it.
He’s self-sure, and convinced of himself. Demanding, and controlling, a modern-day Napoleon. Tweaking and primping, and doing anything to make sure he’s still in charge. He is not a big man.
She never smiles, though she would be beautiful if she did. The daily grind, it seems, has her down. Her hair never teased, her clothes always a little wrinkled, with a few stains from her children scattered about. But she shows up every day, and works hard. Is that the American Dream?
Hunched over, white beard reaching halfway down his chest. He hobbles along, determined to get through the day. He doesn’t have anyone else, but he manages all the same. No electric help, no wheels, nothing but his own locomotion. He is a big man.
Her hair is a different color nearly every day. She’s young, and she could be beautiful, but her lack of confidence shows through every pore. She’s struggling; her eyes tell a hard, bitter story. Angry and confused, she’s just doing what she knows, and that’s to survive.
