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I’m not blue but I will be if you don’t click me to join the fun. 😉
Genre: Histrionic Fiction
Word Count: 100
A WRINKLE IN TIME
Elise wound a chestnut curl around her index finger and frowned. “Time for a little Miss Clairol.” Twisting her lips into a wry grin, she tilted her head. “Maybe I’ll just dye it purple.”
After she brushed her teeth, she cleansed her face and applied her foundation repeating the Mary Kay mantra she had learned years ago, “When you pat you place, when you rub you remove.”
The morning ritual continued with eye-shadow and mascara.
She gave her lips a coat of color and studied her reflection over the sink. “How the hell did my mother get in my mirror?”
My mother didn’t really look like this. 😉
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.