Impeccable (#35 of 365)

A micro short story for the toffee nosed.

  • Pearls cling to her neck. She straightens them with a fresh manicure. Her scarlet lips frame an impeccable smile. With a wink, she struts into the room.

  • “Phoebe, you look magnificent.”

  • She smiles, eyes averted to the floor. It doesn’t matter who spoke. She was expecting it.

  • Every party, she turns the heads. She reigns over all.

  • Spinning on stilettos, she gently holds out a hand and magically a champagne glass appears. Help is always a step ahead.

  • Life is easy. She doesn’t understand how others complain.

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