SHORT STORY: HENRY BLAISE MEETS THE BABYSITTER
Josephine Blaise picks up a black eyeliner from her makeup counter.
I need to make these eyebrows darker. And now, for the eyes. She thought while moving the brush down to her lashes.
I need smokier gray eyeshadow.
“Looking good,” Josephine says leaning back to study both eyes.
Blood red lipstick will look great. Josephine scratches her head. “Something’s missing. I don’t look dead enough. Ah, white powder.”
There we go. Now for the cherry on top. She looks around the bedroom. Now, where did I put the black and white wig?… [Read More]