The poisoned air stung my face –oops, forgot my mask! I ran back inside and quickly strapped it to my head, adjusting the filter over my nose and mouth before it could get me. It would take an age to get used to this.
“It’s a bit hazardous, innit?” Julia sniffed, raising a disgusted eyebrow at my grotty mask.
“You think? Put your damned mask on.”
“Nah, think I’ll embrace it. Heard it has rejuvenating properties.”
“Yeah, but you’ll be dead in twenty years.”
Julia looked out the window. People walked the streets outside, both masked and unmasked, and it seemed they spurred her sudden decision. She flung her mask to the floor and headed for the door. “Eh, I’ll be beautiful for those twenty years.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Julia had become as mad as the Bentley’s down the street. The air stung so bad that it stripped the pores from the flesh and gave the unprotected a toxic face-lift and lightened their hair. Also gave them a good case of the ‘dumb’, in my opinion.
Julia whipped open the door and raised her face into the air, inhaling the poison into her lungs. A strand of her brown hair turned blonde and she twirled it with a finger.
“You sure you want that mask on? You can stop dyeing your hair every month.”
“Yeah,” I sighed, shaking my head. “I’m sure.”
Today is Day 426 of @mariannewest’s five-minute #freewrite! The prompt for today is — hazardous — and this is what I came up with before the eggtimer website went beep-beep at me. 🙂
You can find today’s challenge behind these blue words.
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Thank you for reading! 🙂