She slipped into a silky sheath dress, and stepped into black sequined heels just as the doorbell rang. Her date had arrived to take her to his much touted Art opening in town. Reaching under the bathroom sink for a final mist of hair spray she realized too late she had grabbed the bug spray.
— Judith A. Lawrence
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Eww yuk! Poor woman.
Bug spray in lieu of the hair spray... I hate it when that happens. Still... in some cultures, there is an upside to this.
Very fun!
Oh no! Bad moment, but well crafted by you!
One person's art is another person's bug spray, and vise versa.
Fun story. Didn't see it coming...
Very tight Micro. Author Roberta Allen (FAST FICTION) commented short fiction should have what I call the BISness of structure: Brevity, Intensity and Surprise. Hey, two out of three ain't bad (on second thought, the "silky sheath dress" is an intense image).
I am having too much fun with all of this. Love all the comments.
Enjoyed reading this piece, Judith.
Bad enough to have to have bug spray under the sink, and then this! *
Beate, And worse, it's a true story.
Even before you said it was true, I had complete empathy with the poor woman!!! Hope she carried it off with aplomb, and blamed overactive cleaners for any one who noticed!
Hi Julie,
Attempted aplomb with an over spray of perfume, (not a good mix), but I did hear one art patron sniffing the air utter, "they must have bug sprayed the gallery just before the opening." :-)