Lip Service

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.

About paulajwray

I am a writer and I live in the Rocky Mountains of southwest Colorado with my husband and a balding black cat. I write humor, flash fiction, creative non-fiction, inspirational essays, and poetry. When I'm not writing, making lists, or forcing a family member to listen to something I've written, I'm reading, gardening, or laughing with my friends. I also, occasionally, sit and stare.
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2 Responses to Lip Service

  1. Debbie says:

    Oh — I like this! I want to know more. Who was going to kiss her? Why is her brother around? Where is this lake?

  2. Paula J says:

    i actually wrote this in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt of 3 truths and a lie, but didn’t get it published in time. Seemed kind of a fun way to “bookmark” this woman’s life.
    Thanks for letting me know you liked it and that you are reading my stuff. It makes it even more fun.

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