Blue toenails

At first she didn’t recognize herself and mistook the image to be that of her mother. The similarity surprised her. Indeed, it had finally happened, a slow turning, like a mermaid walking onto dry land…she had become her mother. She saw the strength and sure footedness so she found her childish ways easy to kiss goodbye.

Jamaica Braids

The stolen piece of shade was the best perch for viewing the town. Blending in naturally she watched the earnest, the motivated, the leering and the unsuspecting pickpocket victims. She tried to stay neutral and mind her own business like grandma always said. But there was no harm in burning down the fools with her stink eye glares.