“I don’t know what all the fuss is about,” she said as he peered again in the mirror. “Everyone grows one soon enough, and then you’ll spend the rest of your life fighting it.”
He stared at the luxuriant growth on his Great Aunt’s upper lip.
Life is so unfair.
Ann Sangwin is a retired teacher, now a career grandmother. She has written all her life but until recently has not thought of submitting for publication. She lives in Kent and is part of a writing group, which has changed her life.
Several of Lily’s co-workers grew moustaches that November. Her eyes watering, she forced herself to smile and congratulate them. She made a generous donation to fight cancer.
That evening, at the drugstore, Lily decided to try a different brand of bleach cream.
The electrolysis appointment was still two weeks away.
Deborah Davis lives and writes in Richland, Michigan, with her trusty dog, Gracie, by her side. Her work has been featured in The Great Lakes Review, Bethlehem Writers’ Roundtable Magazine, Halfway Down the Stairs, and Searchlights and Signal Flares.
We were at some overpriced, hipsterish coffee “boutique.” Jared got a mug of frothy stuff and stuck his face right in there, giving himself a mustache.
“Lookin’ good!” I joked, so he kept the “mustache” going all evening. Ironically, he said.
Wait. That doesn’t mean he likes me, does it?
This story was based on the TypeTrigger prompt “froth.”