It was an easy choice. Take the pills, lose the pounds. Eve sighed. The ‘lose the pounds’ had sold her.

That and the guarantee.

She looked at her reflection and almost didn’t recognize the person she saw. “Even my parents wouldn’t know me.” Shivers crawled along her spine. If they were here. If anyone who cared were here.

The empty bottle, its lid half-off grinned at her. Ten pills later and 70 pounds lighter, Eve had no one to rejoice with. The crone’s words haunted her.

“Tis not addicting. Take the pills and ye will lose weight and more.”

Alarm bells rang in her head. Eve ignored them, believing the crone to mean more weight. It wasn’t until the last pill was gone and her new body revealed that she’d realized the awful truth. She had lost the weight and more. Each day she’d lost something valuable. Family, friends, job, home, until she had nothing. Now her memory was fuzzy. She frowned at the mirror image. Who was that? What was her name?

The image blinked and was silent.