Fucking Falsies

God fucking damnit. Mia pulled the false lashes off for the second time. Glue made fine stringy lines before snapping and sticking to her eyelid, mixing with mascara. She was not off to a good start. Still, at least she wasn’t in a rush. There was exactly one hour before the shoot and an Uber…

She and I

When I was very young, I made her. Or should I say, I met her? She was woven from the threads of my imagination, stars pinned in wild, dark hair, gold dust on her feet.