The beauty of the thing was that no one saw it coming, the explosion that is, the one that left Angela with strawberry goo coming out of her nostrils and dripping from her normally oh-so perfect blond curls, now stuck to her ruined dress as she stalked the hallway, hunting the culprit who had set the whole thing in motion and whom I might or might not know, but will never rat out for taking down the self-appointed queen of Westminster Heights.
I’m really enjoying one sentence stories. I hope you enjoyed this tale of revenge! It’s brought to you by the words beauty, explosion, and strawberry. Please send prompts!
That was awesome! I can’t wait to see what you do with mine!
Love it!