100 word short story for a past competition


Wilma sets a shot in front of Lisa telling her “you look like you could use a stiff drink” walks off.  Holding the glass between her lips and the bar Lisa gets to thinking.  Wilma wasn’t soft, time and life experience had taken their toll she looked good for mid fifties.  Slim, big chest, sandy hair, smooth skin and fiery vibe reminding Lisa of a stern head mistress from school, Wilma commanded respect without speaking a word not because she was highly intelligent or skilled but because she had lived life, been around the block, graduated the tests of time.


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