Megan stared at the stain, horrified, as she panned the room with her video camera. The digital screen revealed a trail of toilet paper, paused to focus on a fragrant fine powdery substance and finally ended on the chubby cherub. Grasped ever so tightly in little Joshua’s fist, were the remains of her favorite lipstick.
Wiping the tears from laughter, she deposited her son into the tub. “Guess I need a new bath mat, now.”
Megan stared at the stain, horrified. Her reflection in the mirror appeared nearly perfect, except for the pale yellow stain just below her midsection.
“Maybe no one will notice,” she reasoned.
She had always wanted to be a spotless bride, pure and ready to wear her white wedding gown with pride. Only Rob knew about the tragic day when she was 16, but somehow, the stain from her flower girl’s lemonade screamed her secret.
The first one has great blackmail material. "Shall I show this one to your girlfriend?"
The second one is somewhat sad, except that her beloved knows, and loves her anyway. Perhaps the stain could be hidden by the bouquet?
Oh Marita, the first one is so precious. I wish I'd had a video camera when my kids were little. There are so many memories you would love to capture.
The ending for the second one was totally unexpected.
Well done with both. Well done.