Flash fiction in response to the garglemaster prompt, "Who dunnit?"
With
one shoulder lower from a heavy bag, that gnomish woman heads
straight to my “Beautiful Woman” cosmetic booth.
I
yell, “People look older when your “Youth Elixir” wears off.”
“Repeat
customers are my bread and butter”, she says smiling.
.”
Ha! I am in dire need of a little "Youth Elixir" this morning. Maybe I'll head to the flea market.
ReplyDeleteIf only I could find the flea market.
DeleteOh I too need the elixir! I look like crap these days..well most of the days really! :D
ReplyDeleteRandom Thoughts Naba
Me thinks you are a wee harsh on yourself. Just remember you are gorgeous. Who cares what anyone else thinks.
Deletefrankly not sure I got that - but great description
ReplyDeleteYou obviously don't need youth elixir. I had thought of ending with the woman saying, "People remember looking better than they are." or "People just think they looked younger than they were." Anyway, I went with the premise that people who are vain enough to use youth elixir would get hooked on the substance especially if they began to look even older.
DeleteRepeat customers - I suppose once you go down that path it's hard to reverse course!
ReplyDeleteLucille Ball used to joke about her gallon jugs of henna. I think if this existed, there might be gallon jugs in every old broads vanity cabinets. lol, I would probably forget to drink mine half the time.
DeleteHa! I can't imagine anything more addictive. :)
ReplyDeleteYouth elixir. How creative. Then again we are all looking for the fountain of youth :) Nicely done :)
ReplyDelete~Shailaja
So cleverly written. You made every word count. I'm cheering as I read this again.
ReplyDeletewell done
Ha! Ooo, I really love this one. So original; such a big story in a tiny space.
ReplyDeleteMy new wish: elixirs to solve my problems!
ReplyDeleteLots of fun. There's a canny business woman.
ReplyDeleteFun take.
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