This submission was prompted by the photo below at this week’s Friday Fictioneers, https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/05/10/12-may-2017-2/ . Many thanks to Rochelle for facilitating the site and providing the photo.
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Who is the Fairest?
Bill paced the pavement while Babs used the rear-view mirror to perfect her look.
He rapped on the window, “Come on, we’re late.”
“Don’t you want me to look good for your friends?” she asked, still looking into the mirror.
“Let’s go. Use the mirror in your bag.”
“I left it. You rushed me.”
“Take this then.” Bill bellowed.
He tugged at the door mirror, tearing it loose but unable to pull it free. In frustration he kicked the wing. Someone tapped on his shoulder and he turned.
“Look, I’m in a hurry.” Bill said.
“I’m not.” the policeman answered.