100 word story
New age Mona Lisa
She wasn't a day older than fourteen. She wore an old baseball cap, her hair streaming through the hole in the back, uncombed and dirty. She had a fresh wound upon her dry lips, from a fight not too far in the past. Her deep, dark eyes, filled with curiosity and pride. Neither her mother nor her father were known to her, not that it really mattered. What mattered though, was that she was free. Free from school and chores, free from care and worry. Free, in her everlasting youth and beauty.