Three Things Challenge: PL88


Three Things Challenge: PL88

Rules from Paula:

Welcome to the Three Things Challenge. Every day at 10PM (PST) I will post three seemingly unconnected things that will, hopefully, ignite your muse. You don’t have to use all three things if you don’t want to. There are no restrictions on length, style, genre, or anything. Simply read the prompt, see where your muse takes you, and bring us along for the ride. Use 3TC as a tag if you’d like and link back to this prompt, or post your link in the comments below so others can find you.

Happy Writing! 😀

Today’s prompt: lipstick, piano, butterfly

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Beautiful Butterfly!

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Virginia was sitting on the piano stool staring at a beautiful butterfly. The colors are bright, and she wonders which one might match her lipstick.

The butterfly was still there when she got back with her box of lipsticks. She pulls them out one by one and holds them in the general area and tries not to scare it off.

Just then her one-year-old son Jeremy fell into the piano knocking the lid closed, and the butterfly flew away.

“No,” Virginia wails, and yells at Jeremy who was wailing on his own.

John scoops up his son murmuring to him and, slowly his wailing calms down as he clings to his dad.

“Virginia! What is the matter with you? There was no need to put up such a fuss when all he did was fall and scare off a butterfly of all things. You know he is still unsteady on his feet.”

Virginia was sobbing as she picked up her lipsticks and put them back in her box.

“Virginia, I swear you act like a one-year-old yourself at times. Grow up! I am sick and tired of dealing with you and your tantrums and childish behavior. I expect this from Jeremy, but not from you.”

Virginia runs from the room crying and stomps up the stairs. From the top, she throws the box of lipsticks down. “I hate you!” she screams.

John just ignores her. He takes his son out to the kitchen, and they look for something for dinner. He’s had enough of Virginia and her temper tantrums, which were getting worse as time goes on.

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