Flash Fiction

Born This Way

What would he say when he saw them? Sparkly and pink, they matched her t-shirt and her lip gloss. Or would have, if she’d been brave enough to wear lip gloss. Baby steps. That’s her plan. Painted nails today. Maybe painted lips next week.

What was she so afraid of? She needed to live her true life. She needed to tell him! And she would. Soon.

Still, she remembered his menacing tone before last year’s talent show. “No son of mine is going to strut around like a painted whore!”

So, less Gaga. And more … what?

Baby steps.

pink nail polish bottle
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Thanks to Carrot Ranch for a great FF challenge.

You Are Loved. Thanks Gaga.

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