“Here comes Her Highness.” Trishna muttered as Sapna floated down to join them.
Sapna stuck out her tongue.
“Enjoy your last day as Queen,” Prakriti said maliciously.
“Excuse me?” Sapna frowned.
“Maya’s coming.” Trishna burst out. “With fresh gossip.”
Sapna flickered and then rallied. “She must be ancient!”
“Remember how vain she was of her looks?” Layla’s husky murmur was still a killer.
“A bad hair day saved her from the car crash.” Leena rued.
“I wonder if she has any hair left?” Trishna patted her flowing tresses.
“I can’t wait to see her as a doddering ghost.” Sapna said gleefully.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Fatima Fakier Deria for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
PS. Any readers of Silver Streaks here? Or fans of IPK? This may be of interest to you (or at least I am hoping it will be!) 😉