Smillew Rahcuef’$ Writing Challenge
I Should Have Called in Sick Last Night. It Doesn’t Pay Good, Mostly a Job Just for the Fun of It
I was working in the lab. Late. One night, I was assigned to experiment with Grandma Smillew’s lipsticks. All of them have been banned by the FDADHDUSSA.
I have the luxury of three dozen horse stall mats, triple-stacked in the workspace. Since my left leg is longer than my right leg, I’m happy with the extra padding. So, of course, I was barefoot. Just wearing my 77 Sky Blue leggings, and my soft atomic-heart tank top.
When testing these specimens, I generally start with the lowest number. But “05 LOYALIST” just made me think of Thlump and his #@&!$ cabinet, so I started with “10 DREAMER”. Smeared it on my lips, pressed them together. Nice color, a soft 1970’s-ish pink, a shade lighter than the heart on my shirt. The flavor was incense and peppermints. Nice. I’ll give that an 8 out of 10. No toxins detected.
Number “15 LOVER”. Oh yeah. It’s purple. Okay, a nice wine-y, berry palate. A Shariz. No way I can do purple lipstick though. I’m no Toni Crowe.
Time for just one more before Santa Claus comes in for second shift.
Yes, he works here. And, in spite of what you’ve seen and what your parents…
