Enchantress Blush Rules the World After All

When a tube of lipstick discovers that sometimes things aren’t always what they seem.

The click of Lucy’s handbag clasp jolted Enchantress Blush awake. She opened one eye just in time for the flash of daylight to blind her. Blinking for a moment, a jolt of excitement leaped through her as Lucy’s hand blocked the beam of light, shadowing the depths of her purse as Lucy sifted through the contents on the bottom of the bag.

She’s coming for me! I know it!

Enchantress Blush almost danced with joy. As much as a tube of lipstick can dance, that is.

Lucy’s hand brushed Enchantress Blush and then clasped around her, pulling her from the depths of her purse.

It’s me! Today she picked ME!

Such pride she felt. Such gloating. Looking down in the bag at Creamy Nude laying there, unchosen this time, Enchantress Blush wished she had a tongue so she could stick it out and blow raspberries to Creamy Nude.

She preened as Lucy held the lipstick tube up in front of her face.

It’s so nice to be the chosen one. This time. It almost makes up for all the times she chose Creamy Nude or Pirate over me. At least when she picks Creamy Nude, Creamy Nude doesn’t lord it all over the rest of us. She’s kind of a meek, mild thing. Actually, quite boring. So quiet. Almost afraid of her own shadow. But that Pirate. Arghh! She is the most annoying thing ever. Thinks her stuff doesn’t stink. Why, Pirate thinks she is the most magnificent creation on the planet. Just because she’s made by Chanel and is such a bright brilliant red. God, she makes me gag. Always going on about ‘I was made to mimic Coco Chanel’s red lips’. As if that makes her better than the rest of us. But today it doesn’t matter, because today —

Enchantress Blush’s monologue was cut short as she realized that Lucy had laid her down on top of the dresser. Without taking off the sleeve that protected her.

What?

Her spirits fell as she saw Lucy’s hand dip back into her handbag. This time the hand reappeared holding Creamy Nude. Lucy then proceeded to open the tube and applied a heavy glossy layer of Creamy Nude to her lips.

What? What the — ? Well, at least Lucy didn’t pick Pirate this time. At least Pirate is still laying in the bottom of the purse. But still….

Enchantress Blush wasn’t sure what to think. She still lay on top of the dresser. But Lucy didn’t use her to adorn her lips this day.

Too bad really. Because I’m such a pretty pink, with just a hint of purple. Why, I think I’m the prettiest shade in the whole lipstick palate. Even though I’m only made by Cover Girl and not by … Chanel. Ugh!

Enchantress Blush shuddered when the name Chanel ran through her brain again. She looked around and saw Lucy slipping the cover back over Creamy Nude. As Lucy dropped the chosen lipstick back into her purse, Enchantress Blush almost thought she detected a hint of a smirk on Creamy Nude.

Why, that’s just rude!

Of course, it wasn’t really too rude. After all, on the days Enchantress Blush got picked, she’d given her own share of smirks to the others.

But why am I still laying here on the dresser if she wasn’t going to choose me?

As if in answer to her silent question — after all, the mere humans aren’t attuned to the conversations their lipsticks and lip balms have amongst each other — Lucy picked up Enchantress Blush with one hand and opened the top dresser drawer with the other. Lucy dropped the lipstick into the drawer and started to slide it shut.

Fortunately, Enchantress Blush landed on a soft pile of lacy undies, so she wasn’t hurt in the fall. But she still felt stunned.

This is so odd. What in the devil is going on? Why, if she leaves me in here, she’s not going to use me and she’s going to forget all about me. Am I being banished? And why in the world am I being cast into this oblivion?

As the drawer slowly closed and the depths Enchantress Blush’s new home started to darken, she heard the human voice drifting through the air before her world turned completely dark.

“There. That will keep you safe. Because you’re almost gone and you’re my very favorite lipstick of all time.”

Ahhhh! Enchantress Blush snuggled down into the soft silky panties.

Well, that’s okay then. I am loved. I guess sometimes things aren’t always as they seem. Here I thought I was being banished or discarded from her world. But all she’s doing is protecting me and treasuring me because she loves me so much.

All was right with the world again.

This little story was written for a January Contest from Liberty Forrest, Author.

For some time, Witchy has wondered about a particular question:

What do you think it’s like to be a tube of lipstick?

Last month Liberty had a contest to write about this question:

On your desk, there is a container for your pens, pencils, scissors and other such items. What kinds of conversations are happening amongst them?

Anne Emerick won the contest last month with this entry. Go check out her delightful story. It’s a wonderfully written story and so deserving of the First Place win.