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The Floozy

The floozy next door thought she was perfect. Mia could tell by the way she smiled and let out that noise she called a laugh. It was nauseating and often accompanied by a playful hand on your shoulder.

Today there was some kind of shindig. Her overly bleached hair was piled on her head. She pranced down her drive with a glass of red in hand. 

Mia’s husband ventured, like a moth to a boozy flame. The floozy’s red nails slid over his shoulder as her laugh trilled through the air. 

Mia grabbed the hose, “I’ll take care of this.”

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

Word Count: 100
For Friday Fictioneers (greatly inspired by Patsy of AbFab)

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Letters from inside my head

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