Time of Day

(Meggie's attempt at Tavlo's writing exercise.)

I turn and look at myself in the pawnshop window, adjusting my hat to a fashionable tilt. A thin face framed in limp blond hair looks back.

"You're filling out," I think and it's true, a couple of months of better food and my face is starting to lose the pinched look.  Not filling out anywhere else, though. I sigh and fiddle with my hat again, trying to get it to stay in place.  

"When you'd get so vain?" My friend Liza chuckles from her place by the barrow.

(( From Tavlo's post here: http://www.rp-haven.com/forum/workshops/writing_workshop_0 ))

((this is my first response to the time of day writing exercise))