I wound up with another free half hour! How lucky am I?
So of course I couldn't resist Anonymous Legacy's latest Visual Dare, VisDare 6, Emerging. The usual rules apply: 150-word limit using the posted photo as a prompt. It took me around twenty minutes, and is 148 words cut down from around 160. Not bad.
“Wow, is that from Victorian Secret?”
“Hilarious,” I drawled, tugging up the top of my itchy polyester corset. “I don’t even know what I am supposed to be. Dead prostitute, maybe? They hand everything out by size. At least I’m not the person who cleans up vomit in the specimen room.”
“That’s an actual position? Impressive.” She nodded in mock approval, pinching her lips together and raising her eyebrows.
I nodded toward the house on the left and grabbed my purse and lantern from the floor. “That’s my stop.”
“I couldn’t have guessed what with all the styrofoam tombstones and zombie hands planted in the yard.”
“Thanks for the lift.” I exited before she could reply. I would hate that job until November first, but then I could slip into another comfortably temporary position somewhere else. Dressing like whatever I was that month would always trump being stuck.