Looking into the mirror, Ella took stock of what was reflected back before her. She grimaced as she traced the top of her head to her chin with a slender hand.
“I hate this color.” Speaking aloud to a non-existent audience, she played with the locks that entangled her fingers.
Once again, she had changed her hair. Normally, her preference was a long pretty blond mane with red highlights. The woman who stared back sported short dark auburn curls, which gave her features a tired and gaunt look.
She splashed water on her face, then looked for any other signs of change. As she accessed her memories, the scar above her temple registered as new. She smiled as she rubbed the shallow remnants of the injury and remembered her adventurous spirit as a child.
