‘Cause you aren’t wearing green,’ he answered.
‘I am too. See?’ and she pointed at her Kelly green eyeshadow.
‘Doesn’t count,’ he said smugly.
‘Well I’m still wearing green,’ she replied with a superior look on her face.
‘Right… Sure you are.’
‘Fine. If you don’t believe me. Turn around,’ she ordered.
‘Turn around.’ She motioned with her hand.
He groaned but did as she ordered.
She giggled, but then she shimmied and gave a wiggle then picked up the bright green scrap of lace.
‘Okay, you can turn around.’ When he did, she held the lace in her hands. ‘See?’
His eyes were wide and he took stock of her black dress and put together appearance. ‘Where the heck was that?’
She gave him a mystifying smile. ‘Oh if only you knew,’ she teased. ‘Now turn back around.’
When he did, a quick shimmy and tug and everything was back as it should be.
‘You can turn back now.’
He did and she giggled as he eyed her up and down trying to figure out where the lace was.
‘Now don’t pinch me again.’
He grinned. ‘Yes ma’am.’
Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone. It was a gorgeous day here but not warm enough for my “Irish Princess” t-shirt. I so wanted to wear it, even if an Irishman holds more Irish in his little pinky than I have in my whole person. I actually do have a touch of Irish in me. Some great-great-great-great-great grandfather or something. Who knows.
Enjoy the bit of flash fiction. And you can decide where the lace came from. I have my own idea, but it’s a bit naughty….