Friday, February 27, 2015

Eye Cream Epiphany

"Put the third cream on with your ring finger, yes, that's just right. The ring finger has the softest touch and won't pull your skin to give you premature wrinkles." She hoped her feigned enthusiasm would be enough to hide the dead she felt inside as she rattled on, instructing the seven or so women who she once called her friends. 

How many times could someone be exploited before they considered themselves an enemy? An old coworker was already avoiding eye contact and she hadn't even asked them to sell their friends out yet. 

She had done the Uplift Unit gig.

She had done her hundreds of facials.

She had done the Color Parties with the prizes and the pushing and the guilting.

And she had enough.

"You can keep the stuff," she heard herself say and she walked away. 

And never looked back.

This short story is a part of the illustrious Flash Fiction Friday. Read the other lovely stories, spun off the prompt "She had enough of parties." from The Sarcastic Muse at the links below!

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