Saturday, 14 April 2012

First Impression

Chastity almost dropped the too tiny mirror trying to angle it to catch her chin, her lips, her lashes. Fingers shaking, she applied a third coat of strawberry gloss. She prayed that her hair looked alright from the back; Joey had said she looked wicked..but then he was biased. The elevator juddered to a halt.

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  1. Kae B14 April 2012 at 06:50

    I can see her now...and I understand her nerves! I assume by "wicked", Joey means "great"! :)

    Thanks for playing. The new challenge will be up soon!

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I'm not in just now, but you're welcome to stay a while and doodle me a note. Make yourself a cuppa if you like, otherwise there's some beer in the fridge, and probably some left-over chocolate cake. No pinching my turkish delight though, and whatever you do, don't feed the cat, she's completely loony.

Lottie

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