Megan stared at the stain, horrified. The new countertop was guaranteed against stains, but obviously, the guarantee was worthless. She dreaded the moment Jim came home. He would rant about the wasted expense of getting the new countertop, and how stupid she was for letting the spill happen in the first place. The stains he would leave when he bloodied her lip would be nothing compared to the stains he would leave on her heart.
STORY # 2
Megan stared at the stain, horrified. The depilatory had left a wine-colored mark on her chin. Unfortunately, it had also left the whiskers she was trying to remove. Megan was trying to look nice for her first date in over forty years, but instead she had made things worse. She stared, horrified again, when she realized the bottle of depilatory had spilled and was trickling onto her new silk dress.
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Thanks, Betty! You really nailed the "totally different" moods bit--and the depilatory one just made my day. The other one: truly horrifying, and an awesome example of how an excellent writer can capture a whole life in just a few words.
Great job, I can better understand the differing moods by reading this. Your choice of words makes such a big difference. BTW, I don't much like the big lug in the first story - shows you how powerful words can be!