“I’m ready to do your hair and make-up,” the lady with the immaculate make-up herself said as she popped her head around the door of the slightly darkened star dressing room caravan, “that is, if you’re ready yourself, Miss F.”
“Yes, I’m ready,” Edith interrupted sharply, “I’ve been ready for over an hour, but that’s fine, it’s perfectly fine, I’ve been sitting here with my thoughts as I waited; did you know that waiting is a good time for one to be with their thoughts?”
The make-up lady smiled and stepped into the caravan carrying a large bag, but said nothing. She switched on the main set of lights above the mirrors in front of her and her client, and immediately set to work painting, rubbing, blending, combing, curling and styling – all the while without a single word being uttered by the two of them.
When she’d finished, the make-up lady put her equipment back into her bag and switched off the main lights, leaving only the lights by the side of the mirrors lit once more, and with a quick smile just before leaving, said “The photographer’s assistant will be along shortly to collect you – until then, you’ll have a little more time with your thoughts.”
Half an hour later, there was a gentle tap on the door and as Edith turned to face whoever was next to walk through it, her dark and frosty mood lifted immediately as she saw the piercing blue eyes of the man she’d briefly met by the tree at the lake – and found herself lost in her thoughts yet again.
Posted for Six Sentence Stories. The prompt word this week is ‘Tree’.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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