She buttoned the Maltese into a pink coat and grabbed the
leash, studded with diamonds. “Here,
Nell.” She handed the maid a roll of
plastic bags.
He pulled the Lamborghini to the curb and disembarked. “Get the bags, Jason.” He pointed to the Maltese. “Look at that,” he said. “That woman is making a complete spectacle of
herself.”
Nell and Jason locked eyes. The two, she with a small plastic bag neatly
tied, he with a month’s worth of luggage, smiled at one another before
arranging their faces again so as not to disrupt the smooth surface of pretty
lives.
This was written in response to this week's Velvet Verbosity prompt. The word was spectacle.
Labels: flash fiction, Velvet Verbosity