Flash Fiction Friday #34
Just under the wire, here is my contribution to Flash Fiction Friday, a little game hosted by our old buddy JJ. The challenge this week: It was either a pill or a piece of candy...
It was either a pill or a piece of candy, this overfull Lemon Drop martini. She had to sip from the sugar-crusted rim as it sat on the table before she could pick up the narrow stem between her fingers. It felt like a childish action, this sipping with lips puckered, leaning into the table, but spilling the drink seemed even more so. And so.
Yes, it could have been considered either a drug or a treat yet, to her, it was both. She knew how many teaspoons of that little white powder were in this drink. Sugar that is. She knew she was blowing off the normal less than 38 teaspoons of the hard stuff a day. But she was at Jade Bar at the Sanctuary. Nested luxuriously into the side of Camelback Mountain
Her skin had the tint of brown rice. Her muscles the stretched strength of a bi-weekly Pilates class. Though the new combination class, which included Yoga, was intriguing. Pi-Yo, or was it Yogalates? The near nakedness of her shoulders radiated heat and health and carrot juice. And no one would have guessed that her budding crows feet had been irradiated by laser to expose younger, un-creased skin. She had the time and the money. She could check out her ass in the mirror, rotating chin to shoulder to take stock of the unseen enemy that tended to stretch and pucker when a girl wasnt watching. She could finally do that without cringing, which of course meant that there was really no reason to do it anymore.