Expectations
A micro fiction about self-image
I shave my legs and slip on the miniskirt. I paint on flaming lipstick, a flick of eyeliner. The mirror highlights the curves of my bared shoulders.
Then I hear a pinging sound--my phone alarm warning me. I quickly wash my face, hide the skirt and put on jeans again. I just make it to the kitchen table before she walks through the doorway.
“Hello, Hakim,” my mother says, setting down two grocery bags on the counter. She pulls out a bag of shiny red apples and puts them down next to me. “How was soccer practice?”
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Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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