What do I love about my body? Not much.
They say I’m good enough, and smart. Am I?
I stare in the mirror at my unrecognizable face, then stick my tongue out, giggling, cracking a smile.
You’re important. You matter.
A face painting class is just what I needed today.
Lisa Miller is a native of Portland, Oregon. You can check out many of her stories on Friday Flash Fiction.
“Rats running rampant!” remarks Rachel’s red-headed roommate, Rose.
“Repulsive!” Rachel responds, remembering recent requests regarding rat removal.
“Realistically, rundown rentals’re routinely risky,” replies Rose. “Rodents return repeatedly.”
Rachel rebels, ruining ritzy relative’s rental. Regardless, relative responds requesting Rachel restore Roaring River Ranch Resort.
Realizing rambunctious raccoons reside, Rose runs, relocating.
Lisa Miller wrote this story.