Flash Fiction #16 – Celeste, the World Famous Supermodel

How I know Celeste? 

I was her makeup artist, 


how you say   

got me fired. 

I have two more runway models to finish 

and this American model put her  


mascara tears  over my work.  


“What the Hell is your problem?” I yell.


“My prom is today.” 

She look down at python jacket. 

I see the purple and yellow corsage 

tucked away under the sleeve. 

“My mom says Paris is more important.” 


I grab this girl who cry a lot, 

and take her for milkshake. 

We be fired, 

but be friends ever since.

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