Masks

The play is over.

She mentally removes the mask of pristine beauty and gladly crushes it under her heal. It is the most loathsome mask she wears, and it is only for her father. In these moments, naked and alone, stranded between the forces of men, she can love herself and be happy.

A man approaches the door. She chooses a courtesans mask.

The play begins.

- Tammy Randall circa 1983