It’s not quite the bewitching hour yet but close enough for Friday Fictioneers and their stories. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are both addicted to purple. Here is my short and not so tall tale of 100 words. Story telling is very therapeutic. That’s what everyone says. It’s true.
Alice glared at the mirror. She stuck her tongue out at her flat face, slanty eyes and little flat nose. She wanted to smash the image.
Why couldn’t she have been exotic, tall and have big eyes with double folds like Nancy Kwan? What white ghost would want her with her tiny bosom? It would only be for play. That’s what Aunty May said.
She allowed Aunty to introduce her to this nice Chinese boy. Later she heard his assessment. Girls like her were dime a dozen in Hong Kong!
She punched him and walked off with the white guy.