This is a 250 word story based around the word, Persnickety.
An Eye For Detail
By Lisa McCourt Hollar
By Lisa McCourt Hollar
See my nose? When I was a child it was cute. Then, as I grew, so did the nose. You have heard the phrase, cut off your nose to spite your face? Daddy cut mine off and built me a new one.
Then he fixed my eyes, too narrow, my lips, too thin; my boobs as soon as I turned 16… one was set higher than the other.
My friends call me a Barbie doll, a misnomer, because Barbie’s waist is too narrow for the size of her breasts, but I get the gist of what they mean. They’re jealous because their imperfections stand out, a glaring contrast to my perfection.
My best friend, Sandy says I’m persnickety. I can’t help it if daddy gave me his eye for detail. Sandy should have expected this when she set me up on a date with Todd. It’s not his fault his left ear is bigger than his right, but you would think he would have been grateful when I pointed it out. Instead he screamed when I cut it off. I was just trying to help him out. Daddy would have made him a new one.
copyright© 2011 Lisa McCourt Hollar. All rights reserved.
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