Time for another Friday Fictioneers tale. This group is hosted by the kindly and ever-smiling Rochelle Wisoff-Fields over at Addicted to Purple. As usual she’s presented us with a picture that should unleash our creative energy — and then it’s cut, cut, cut. A most valuable exercise for learning concision. If you wish to participate, check her blog for details. Everyone is welcome to submit a story.
A special thanks goes to Roger Bultot for supplying us with this photo. Since it’s his photo, lent to the group specifically for this week’s prompt, it must not be “borrowed” by anyone for any other purpose without asking permission.
My mind bounced around on this prompt and finally came up with the following 100-word tale:
It’s Your Face
There she is, conceited, backstabbing brat. Hanging out with my former friends. Probably flirting with that server like she does with all the guys in the office. She makes my blood boil!
I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Too much lemon in the drink today,” Mike from accounts-receivable asks.
I nod toward the giggling trio. “If you only knew!”
“I do know… some at least. Yeah, she’s annoying, but let it go. It’s disfiguring your face.”
I hear her laugh and grit my teeth. “She’s so fake!”
Mike shrugs. “It’s your face,” he says as he turns away.