Stained Lips
She dabs her lips with Faithful Fawn. He hovers behind, runs his fingers through his graying hair, eyes fixed on his reflection. How do I look? Her mouth forms a perfect “O,” presses shut. Handsome. He points. When you move your mouth that way, you look like a fish. Her mind recedes to their rehearsal dinner. The baby photos her mother had blown up. Adorable, she’d said when she saw his. Your forehead’s so high, he’d responded. She drops her stained tissue in the toilet. Flushes. What’s that lip color? he asks. Fawn, she answers, and flashes her broad smile.
Photo Credit: Beret Olsen
Love it from beginning to end. I would love to read the story that follows because there is trouble lurking!
You go, girl!
Well done, succinct. Perfectly sets the move.
clever
I love this. You perfectly captured a troubled marriage.