Some Writing for You To Enjoy.

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I have an appointment with a Lash Technician

“I met this guy at work; he is just divine.” Aoife was buzzing with excitement.

“Not another one, and they are all divine; you talk like you are still in high school, Girl!”

“Give me a break, will you? He’s different, tall, with dark hair and the bluest blue eyes. I need to make an impression on him.”

“What’s his name?” Chloe quizzed.

“Connor, even his name sounds divine.” The image in the mirror looked back at Aoife. “Wished I could do something with these lashes.” Fringe raised and eyelashes fluttering, Aoife stared at the mirror on her dresser, mouth downturned.

Leaning over Aoife and staring into the dressing glass, Chloe flickered her eyelashes at an irked Aoife.

“How’s this baby?” she glowered.

“Are those false lashes?”

“It’s the real thing. My friend, a lashes techy, did this for me.” Beautiful long eyelashes stared at Aoife; Chloe’s green eyes accentuated against her olive skin, and with matching dark eyebrows, looked as if she had a facial makeover.

“What is the name of her salon?”

“She works from home and charges half any salon price.”

The company sales team where Aoife worked would celebrate their annual sales accomplishments and invited Aoife to attend. Connor was a top salesperson, and she did not want to miss this event. Chloe arranged an appointment with Emma, the techy.

Emma answered the door, and Aoife walked into a lounge where a cat sat on a unfolded bed settee—a stool beside it and a small table. A standard lamp revealed instruments on the little table; this was not quite what Aoife expected to see.

While taking Aoife’s coat, Emma’s broad, friendly smile eased her misgivings about the room.

“Now you lay yourself down here and don’t mind Ginger; she’ll not bother you with her comings and goings. Lie still and close your eyes; do not open them unless I tell you.”

A nervous smile crept across Aoife’s face as she lay her head on a pillow.

Emma set about her labour, fingers moving artfully with the instruments, humming softly to the jazz background music as she worked. Aoife’s lulled state in the peaceful ambiance was interrupted as Emma spoke suddenly.

“If you need the bathroom, say so, but don’t make any sudden moves. Now, slowly open your right eye and look into the mirror.”

“Oh Emma, it’s gorgeous; you are clever.” Aoife’s mood changed into one of excitement. Wait till Connor sees this. She thought to herself.

Moving to the left lash gently, Emma began with the tweezers and glue, humming away. Suddenly a banshee screech pierced the room’s stillness, and Ginger rocketed through the door, hairs and tail raised, leaped up onto Aoife’s tummy, and bounced off, leaving a trail of rotten-smelling shit as a large tom cat pursued. Aoife jack-knifed upright, bashing her head against Emma’s, and both were screaming; instruments went flying in all directions, spilling glue over the floor. “You frikken bastard,” Emma yelled as she grabbed a cushion and set off in pursuit of the big Tom.

Aoife gagged at the putrid smell as she lifted the sheet and stood. Amidst the mayhem, vanity took hold, and she sneaked a preview of the completed lash in a wall mirror. It was magnificent! Then she saw her other eye and became aware of a burning sensation in her closed, half-finished left eye! A hollow scream let out from Aoife’s throat, “Emma! come quick.”

“Dear God, we have to get you to the hospital.” Emma wailed.

The surgeon worked swiftly without any chatter bar giving the nurse silent instruction. “You will be fine, Aoife; no lasting damage, and we have freed the glued lids. You must stay here for the night to ensure all is well and can go home tomorrow.”

“Why did this happen to me? That stupid cat, I’ll miss the party tomorrow!” She lamented over her circumstance.

A nurse appeared, “A gentleman to see you, Aoife; you okay with that?”

Without her response, Connor stepped into the room. She pulled the sheet over her head “Connor! I didn’t want you to see me like this.” She howled.

“I know, Aoife, but I was so worried about you when Chloe called with the news. Look, I’ve brought you some beautiful roses.”

Slowly she lowered the sheet. “Connor, I never expected this – thank you for coming.”

“Close your good eye, as I have a surprise for you.” Connor opened a little box and leaned over Aoife, putting something around her head.

Oooh, you smell delicious, Connor; I could eat you. She said to herself. After placing an eye shield over her dressing, he lifted a vanity mirror, and she stared at the eye shield. It had a beautiful image of an eye, complete with lashes, staring at her. The caption below read, ‘I Got My Eye on You.’ The two burst out laughing.

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