50 Word Stories: Monumental

She screwed up her face, doing that wrinkly thing with her nose, tapped her fingernails on her front teeth to a clickety-click and looked to the sky. Those choices teased at her like cream hanging from a cat’s whiskers. Decision made, her declaration was monumental.

“Lemonade please.”

Job done.

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