An Eye For Detail

This is a 250 word story based around the word, Persnickety.

An Eye For Detail
By Lisa McCourt Hollar

One ear was bigger than the other. It was only slightly too large, most people wouldn’t have noticed, but I am not most people. I am Penelope Herringhouse, Stephan Herringhouse’s daughter. Yes, THAT Stephan Herringhouse, plastic surgeon to the rich. His eye is trained to spot every imperfection, no matter how minute, and fix it. 

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.

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