The Hound's Tooth
Charlene staggered backward, rubbing furiously at her eyes but the burning wouldn't stop. She tried not to panic as she thought of how ugly she was going to be. What if someone tried to take her picture? No! She wouldn't let a camera near her.
Her back hit the locked door and she knew there was no escape. She was trapped in the tiny closet with that thing! Charlene took a deep breath and risked opening her watery eyes.
The bridesmaid's dress was still hanging on the wall in the cramped dressing room, just as ugly as ever.
submitted at 10:55pm
6 December 2010
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