“Don’t touch my feet, I’m ticklish” , she giggled.
She really wanted to have a pedicure but it was a huge challenge. She had never liked having her feet touched. This time however she was determined she would use that gift voucher.
It tickled, she giggled. She endured. Her feet were trimmed Her nails shimmered. They were perfectly pedicured.
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.