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Freewriting Friday: Flash Fiction

Ms. Sarah, as she was affectionately called, studied her reflection in the mirror. Every hair in place, nails polished, make-up expertly applied.
Then why? Why were they making her retire today?
She reflected on her career. She had planned galas, balls, and intimate dinners for presidents, kings, and dignitaries.
Every detail, down to each flower that was placed on a table, had been in her crosshairs. Her keen scenes had detected smells, sounds, and sights that would otherwise have been a debacle.
As a tear escaped her eye, she brushed it away, aggravated.
The words still echoed in her head, “We need someone younger, new ideas, something different. You understand, don’t you?” With those words, she was dismissed.
