"Oh, GOD, Erin. What have you done to yourself?" Laura moaned.
Erin just flailed her arms and legs around miserably like the useless teacup she was. She was grateful that Laura had not yet asked her what to do because she had no idea and couldn't answer anyway. She was even more grateful when Laura said, "Well, first thing to do is get you back on your feet. That much I can be sure of." And she reached her arms around Erin's brim, tipped her on her side and then rocked her to her bottom. From there she was able to help Erin stand without falling back over again.
"Honestly, Erin, I should have seen this coming."
But Erin didn't have time to get exasperated by Laura's attitude. She took one look at herself in the dresser mirror and was mortified.
Laura, being unskilled at reading teacup facial expressions, kept right on talking as though she didn't notice Erin's shock at seeing her cup properly for the first time. "First of all, your writing had signs all over it of your dissatisfaction with your life. And all of us have been talking about it. And we all know what happens when life isn't satisfying; something has to give. No matter how good other things are..."
The idea that her friends were discussing her generally fragile mental and emotional state behind her back would have made her angry on another day, but all Erin could think about was how absurd her cup was. If she was going to have the nerve to get herself turned into a teacup she could at least be one with a really nice design. There were so many really gorgeous ones.
But she was stuck with...
She looked like she had chicken pocks shaped like rosebuds!
(Contest coming in the next post.... prizes: four books for writers. Stay tuned.)