“At least you got a day off and a pedicure out of it.”
There was no mistaking the jealousy in Marianne’s voice, and Belinda glanced at her scowling co-worker before returning her gaze to her toes. She had an urge to wiggle them but thought the better of it. It’ll hurt.
“I guess I did,” Belinda responded. No use adding that she ‘got’ pain out of it, too, and the sorrow of forgoing dancing at her sister’s wedding. Marianne will only make it a competition of misery.
There were worse things than torn ligaments.
She could’ve been born as Marianne.
Photo prompt: © Susan Eames
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers