“…and now I’m just…this…close…to snagging a guy with all that money,” Torrey finishes, gasping at herself, blushing bright pink and wiping her mouth.
“Goodness, maybe I’d better stop having wine with my highlights before I spill all my ugly secrets.”
“That’s okay, doll, “says the stylist. “There’s many a slip ‘twixt the cup and the lip. “
“I don’t think that means what you think it means,” Torrey snaps, waving her empty glass for a refill. “You’d better not have jinxed me.”
Every week, Ivy at Uncharted hosts the Six Sentence Stories flash fiction linkup and blog hop. This week’s cue was “slip.” Fun sixes from other writers are at the link. Join us! It’s fun!