Cherry lipstick

pitted cherries

She always wore cherry lipstick. A fixture at the Blue Orchid’s karaoke night, Val always sang the same three songs, screeching classical garbage off-key at a volume that made a mic redundant. She’d clutch the microphone in her hands, white knuckled, and plant her lips on the mesh windscreen, leaving behind red smears of greasy wax embedded […]

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The audition

Styled my hair just so with that old brush. I needed to look good for my audition, singing into my hirsute microphone. Must’ve been too loud, cuz Dad smacked my butt with it. The Trifextra weekend challenge was to tell a story, in exactly 33 words, about a single object, used three different ways.

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