After spending the day on the lake with her dad and brother, Tay’s lips were chapped and dry from the sun and wind, and already beginning to crack. It had been stupid to accept her brother’s dare and order the El Diablo Enchiladas.
Tay closed her eyes, licked her lips and puckered. Nothing. She opened her eyes, and he was gone. She had thought for sure he was going to kiss her. She hoped he had turned and walked away before she had puckered.
Watching the grey haired woman apply her lipstick, Tay decided that she was never going to get old. She just wouldn’t do it. She’d refuse and resist with every ounce of her being.
Tay looked into the mirror and marked another milestone. She hadn’t really minded crow’s feet and grey hair so much, but this seemed like the supreme insult of age. Her lips were gone.