It’s a girl! It’s a girl!
We’d been born seconds apart. We shared everything: clothes, books, boys... Boys never knew the difference. Besides a heart shaped mole, we were identical—the mole a mirror image. Mine on the right shoulder, her’s on the left. In the mirror, I saw a weaker version of my sister. She destroyed boys, chewing them up and spitting them out. I envied her callousness.
I changed my fate. One hour in Ray’s Tattoos. A heart on my left shoulder, a dap of concealer on my right. When I left Ray, he was chewed and broken.
By Lisa H. Owens
Just 100 Words
100 Word Stories - June 2021 Photo Prompt
Whistle while you work, my credo. I loved my job. A dot of rouge here; a dab of concealer there, bringing out beauty that once was. Achieving a lifelike glow on the cheeks of the dearly departed. I teased limp hair into a halo framing a now angelic face, whistling a little ditty.
Inspired by a June, 2021 Press 53-Word Theme Prompt : Whistling is hard to teach. It usually goes: “Just make a circle with your lips and blow.” And soon after, “Yeah, kinda.” Whistles, themselves, are easier. June celebrates milk, bourbon, smoothies, moonshine, iced tea, martinis, rosé, the Dark ’N’ Stormy, cider, and general hydration, so there’s plenty of occasion to wet yours. Poo-tee-weet?
Write a 53-word story about a whistle.