If she had paid as much attention to the selection of husbands as she did her shoes, things might have been different. But things were certainly changing. She had let the hair grow in under her arms. It came in like narrow stripes painted down the middle of her armpits, soft and sparse. Everyone was upset. Her children were immediately suspicious; her daughter enquired if she was becoming a man, her son asked if she was becoming a lesbian. She denied everything. It felt good to accomplish something, to make something new without effort. But they were right to be suspicious.
I want to hear more
Great close. Details evoke images. Nicely done.
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Great close. Details evoke images. Nicely done.
Thanks! It’s fun to write something os compressed.
Thanks! It’s fun to write something os compressed!
I never thought underarm hair would leave me wanting to read more of a story. Great job!
Well! That raises questions. And, what does that have to do with which husband!
One should shop carefully in all domains.
I’m intrigued. Rebellion takes all sorts of forms. Well done
It does, writing is one of them!
You aroused my suspicions as well!
Great piece. I also want to know more.
I want to know more but it’s well put together