Paragraph, 5 February

Part of an attempt to flesh out a character for a story:

"Ms. Plank grew purple wisteria across the front of her house. The women who owned the house before her wore down everything to the cleanest of bones; now the flowers hung their violet petals in heavy sighs around all the windows, draped over each other, growing fat in the sun. Ms. Plank wore gray flannel pencil skirts and primly patterned cardigans. In the mornings, before a mirror, she ran a fine-toothed comb through her wet hair and ribboned it at the nape of her neck. She wore shoes to conceal her slender feet. Her arms, too, were shaped like willow limbs.
Ms. Plank owned a hat with a broad brim, which she was forever adjusting with agitated fingers. In the late afternoon she stood on the wide porch, poised before three men in rocking chairs."