When Things Heat Up

by Tim Law

Sally, Michelle, and Tiffany. That trio made my high school years hell. The queens of the school whose laugh haunted me throughout my early adult years. Tiff was the worst. Those few friends I had turned against me thanks to her lies.

She walks into the studio, Smyth, about to become Brown.

“Just a lightly sun kissed look…” she orders, no please.

I titter when I get her locked in place under the glowing light. Each turn of the dial and my laugh grows.

“Be sure to recommend us,” I say sweetly as they wheel Tiff out, her bandages oozing.

Tim Law