This is part of Velvet Verbosity’s weekly blog hop. Writing exactly 100 words is like trying to neatly stack all my tupperware into one kitchen drawer.
Everything was such a damn crisis. A nicked nail, for god’s sake. But Maggie’s sister had always been like that. Even in high school, when she scuffed her caramel vinyl go-go boots and flung them across their room in despair.
Nothing had changed much about her since then, except that some crises had become real ones. Like the malignant lump she found in her breast.
She’d been admiring her freshly manicured nails, splayed out across a cafe table when she announced this news to Maggie. Calmly. The only way perhaps to handle a true crisis. As if just another nicked nail.