Thursday, August 30, 2012

In The Balance - Friday Flash Fiction


She slipped off her shoes then stood on the scales. Biting her bottom lip she tried not to cry. She had attempted to lose at least two pounds this week and had gone to bed hungry every night. Perhaps it was he jeans, she peeled them off and avoided her reflection in the bathroom mirror. What was the point? Disillusion she retreated to the fridge.
The scales chucked.
'You're really mean do you know that,' the shower said in disgust.

5 comments:

  1. I have a sneaky suspicion that those scales are lying to her, definitely not the scales of justice, then? :)

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  2. Damn scales, what do they know!

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  3. Really mean indeed. She needs to find herself a nice, honest scale and make a clean break from this other one.

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  4. I tried one of those talking scales. It kept saying, "Hey, one at a time!"

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  5. Oh wicked scales, how cruel are you! ^__^

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