Roland sat and looked at the tired expression staring back at him through the smeared glass of the old mirror, his eyes looking like tiny pin pricks in a puffy blanket of skin that surrounded them.
‘You’re getting too old for this now,’ he pondered, opening the creaky drawer beneath the table, ‘but you decided to challenge yourself one last time, so snap yourself out of your melancholy and get on with it.’
He slicked back his hair, and then looked around the dressing room for inspiration. ‘Orange,’ he thought, ‘for the fire and the passion…’ and he thought some more, ‘and blue… for my mood.’
He made his eyes appear larger, a miracle in itself, he thought, and carried his fiery mood through with his makeup, deciding simply to shove his blues high on top of his head.
‘I may be old and grumpy,’ he told his reflection sternly, ‘but those people out there have come to watch and enjoy the boldest and baddest pantomime dame ever imagined, so shut up, pucker up, get your act together, get out there, and give them what they came for… be bold, be bad, and enjoy it!’
Posted for Six Sentence Stories. This week, the prompt word is ‘Challenge’, and, due to a challenge within a challenge, Denise challenged me to write two sixes. So I have. This is the second!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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