Every moment with her was like a supporting role in a Sylvia Sidney movie.
She was a harridan; grumpy, sharp, snappish and often hateful.
And that voice!
Gravelly, grating, grinding to the ears, it was a dusky, smokey sound.
Few seldom got through the smokescreen she kept around her.
Ah, but when they did, when the smoke cleared, she could be an angel.
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This week’s prompt was smoke.