An Antidote to Poison
By crikey children can be cruel.
Overheard a conversation today between a gaggle of teenaged girls absolutely shredding the reputation of some un-named person who - I hope! - was not present.
It was all appearance stuff. Nose like Mr Squiggle, skin like a scouring pad, breath like fly-tox ...
But the venom in their voices is what struck me.
It was lethal!
I haven't the faintest idea who the person was, but that conversation well and truly destroyed the otherwise reasonable presentation of the attackers.
They could have prettied themselves up till the cows come home, but with that much poison running around in their systems, beauty or fitness were merely evaoporative cooling gone wrong.
So sad.
How's your outlook today? How many nice things have you said, or thought?
And how much better do you feel for it!
posted by Lyn Devon @ 1:44 AM
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