Bringing the Pockle

I’m gearing up to go to Magna cum Murder Mystery Festival, and that means new fingernail polish.

Hey, it can’t all be about food.

I got this bee-youtiful stuff called Spoiled by Wet N Wild, which sounds like a lot more fun than nail polish has any business sounding. It was only a buck-ninety-nine, so that was a plus. Please, don’t anybody tell me what they put in it to make it so glittery, ’cause I don’t wanna know. It is, as our next-door grandson would have said when he was wee, very pockly. He had trouble with his s’s and his r’s.

It’s odd, but my nails are longer now than when they were painted blue, but the brown polish makes them look shorter than the blue polish did. Don’t you think that’s odd? Well, I think that’s odd.

So I will wear my pockly nail polish and my pockly fascinator and my pockly scarf and dazzle my fellow Magnets. Gentlemen, don your goggles.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What is your main character’s favorite fashion accent?

MA