A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s comment section.
I didn’t include the title in the word count. The story is 89 words.
BEAUTY FOR ASSES
To supplement our income, I signed on as a makeup consultant.
I went from one “Rah-Rah” meeting to another. We were Marilee’s moonbeams. Marilee encouraged me with her sweet effervescent smile. Dreams of pink Cadillacs filled my head.
One quarter I even won a jeweled brooch for sales.
In the midst of my so-called success, Mom lost her battle with cancer. Instead of offering comfort, Marilee encouraged me, with that ingratiating smile of hers, to get out there and “sell, sell, sell” as if that would replace my mother.
Seems Marilee showed her true colors, shallow pale colors.
When we lose someone we remember our own circumstances from that time and what maybe kept us from being more present. We learn what is important and what is hollow rah- rah.
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Dear D,
Yes, Marilee did show her true colors and they sickened me. I walked away from all the rah-rah and never looked back. Thank you for your affirming comments.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
I never managed to earn a damn thing with I joined that pink cult. Gawd almighty they were a bunch of loons. I have never heard so much whoooooo! in my life. I could not stomach it, to be honest.
And Marilee sounds exactly like my leader. What a biatch…Like D said above, they show their true pink colours, don’t they?
Excellent take on the prompt, as expected. Love your personal reveals.
Shalom and lotsa love,
Dale
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Dear Dale,
Did I know you’d been a consultant? Surely we’ve had this conversation. Not sure why this prompt brought this story to mind.
Oh Marilee was a biatch for sure. I was gobsmacked by her lack of compassion. That was the end of the pink cult for me.
Glad you enjoyed my take. 😀 Thank you, my friend.
Shalom and lotsa sincere hugs,
Rochelle
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I do believe we spoke of our rah-rah time in the pink cult. I didn’t even last a year.
Totally. There are some folks who have zero compassion genes…
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I might have lasted a year, I’m not sure. It was certainly more work and stress than a regular job and not as lucrative. Oh…the other thing, when I used my MK money to get my car fixed, Marilee told me that was embezzlement. Seriously. So how am I supposed to get to all those parties? Hitchhike?
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Seriously? What a ….
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🤣😘🤐
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I almost think this is one of the best pieces you have written, Rochelle. And, your photo is exemplary.
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Dear Ted,
Wow, I’m blushing. (without makeup). 😀 Thank you so much.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Having read your story and the comments that followed, she certainly sounded quite a cow! I’ve had a job or two that didn’t live up to expectations but I never had a boss like her! Made for a good tale though.
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Dear Keith,
Cow is a good word for her. 😉 She wasn’t my boss or unit leader, as it were, for very long. Nothing more annoying than shallow people. Thank you. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Awe lol
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Thank you, Jen. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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You’re welcome Rochelle 😊
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Brilliant story.
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Thank you so much, Karen. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Those days are not missed by either of us. Good story of true past event.
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Nope not missed in the slightest. Thank you, m’luv.
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I shudder at the thought of a mime ramsacking those poor people’s homes.
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Eh. A little warpaint here, a few DNR tags there. All in a day’s makeup. 😉
Shalom, Mr. Red Truck,
Shelley W(T)F
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🙂
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