This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.
Thanks to Marie Gail Stratford for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.
Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.
“Mmmh!…blue…red… green. Which one?”
Amy’s fingers tapping hard on her chin. Her eyes are fixed on them, as they are hanging in the trial room.
“This one!” She picks up the green one.
“Mmmh…it suits my skin tone well.”
“Amy!” calls her friend, “time to go… closing time.”
“Yah! Coming.” Like a broken spell — her eyes move away from the mirror, and she starts folding them.
While travelling on the bus, posters of models stare at her. In the cell’s mild glow, her face looks content. A smile rests on her face. Order placed — her art products will arrive tomorrow.