She wanted for more. Friends, family,
career were not enough. She
wanted for all. She wished to have
The power to turn all she touched
to gold. Her wish was granted. She began
to turn her walls, floors, ceilings to
Gold. She wanted all to see how
many riches she had. They saw
her honey coloured house. Harsh, hard.
Gold was all that concerned her. She
never thought she would grow tired
of her gift. She was absorbed by
This yellow life. It blazed like
the fiery sun. burning, scorching. The
consumer became the consumed.
Her family and friends left her. And
her career was lost. But as
her eyes shone with gold, she was blind.