Today is all about cake baking and shopping lists ready for tomorrow. We’ve finally decided what to do for the boys’ birthday and are looking forward to a lovely garden party complete with food and drink. Whee!
I know I’ve been ‘late’ with this post quite often recently, but this week, that’s the excuse (and I’m sticking to it!).
Thanks for your comments last week. I haven’t done much with the piece yet, though I’d like to enter it somewhere, so I’m going to look at it as much as possible over the coming weeks. This week, however, I’m going to offer some more older stuff. I keep finding it and I’m so happy to see it that I’d like you to see it.
So… this piece is 198 words and the trigger word for it was Fleshware. Self contained flash fiction, I’d love to know what you think. 🙂
“How do I look?” Maxine twirled before the mirror.
“You don’t think it’s too much?” She patted her cheeks and curled a section of hair behind her ear.
“No, it’s the perfect balance.” Lloyd’s reflection loomed into view at her shoulder. He leaned in to plant a kiss on the side of her neck. “It’s a good look on you.”
Beaming, Maxine turned away from the mirror and plucked a magazine from the desk. She gazed at the image there for a moment or two before dropping the whole thing into the bin. “I’ve always wanted to look like Halle Berry.”
“I prefer Kate Winslet, myself.”
Squeezing passed Lloyd, Maxine slapped his backside with her palm on the way to the door. “Just because you like red heads. I’ve always been partial to Ewan McGregor but you don’t catch me complaining.”
“What’s wrong with Colin Farrel?” He pouted.
“Nothing sweetheart.” She kissed his cheek. “Come on; we’re late.” She opened the door and gestured him through, pausing long enough to call to the empty air; “computer, shut down.”
A mechanical monotone replied, “Facial reconstruction complete. Fleshware 5000, shut down initiated.”
Maxine shut the laboratory door behind her.
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