She looked in the mirror.
“Where did I go?” she whispered. “What happened to that beautiful, intelligent woman I use to be?”
The image returned her stare with the same look that she was feeling. Disappointed confusion.
You’ve got to be kidding, the answering thought persisted. I’m still here. You’ve just got me buried. Alive!
DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional piece for '55 Flash Fiction Friday', where participants are required to tell a story in 55 words. If you give it a go, be sure to go tell g-man.