MicroFlix2020-AUTHOR-NAME MAKEOVER Final
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This text is reproduced with the permission of the author for use in the 2020 Microflix Awards. Not for distribution. Copyright the author. This text is reproduced with the permission of the author for use in the 2020 Microflix Awards. Not for distribution. Copyright the author. Mona Lisa by Susan McCreery Where are her eyebrows? What? said Graham. Her eyebrows. She’s hairless. I’ve never noticed. I stood on tiptoes for another glimpse. And it’s tiny. But what do you think of her? I shrugged. What’s all the fuss about? Graham frowned. No eyelashes either. Graham said, You’re missing le point. Oh? What is le point? The mystery. The quiet. The smile that isn’t always a smile. Well. Give me Liberty with her hairy pits leading the people any day. Graham’s frown deepened. I can’t believe your reaction. This is da Vinci, and one of the most exquisite— Is this how you think I should be? Because I’m not. I’m not this. Don’t be ridiculous. It’s a 500-year-old painting! Take a look at the crowds. I know! I twirled my arms around. It’s crazy if you ask me. Sh. Keep your voice down. Ooh. Am I being too loud? Too emotional? Are my eyebrows all ugly and screwed up? Graham raised his eyes to the ornate ceiling. Aux armes! I cried, fist aloft. If you want me I’ll be at Liberty in Room 77.
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Mona Lisa by Susan McCreery
Where are her eyebrows?
What? said Graham.
Her eyebrows. She’s hairless.
I’ve never noticed.
I stood on tiptoes for another glimpse. And it’s tiny.
But what do you think of her?
I shrugged. What’s all the fuss about?
Graham frowned.
No eyelashes either.
Graham said, You’re missing le point.
Oh? What is le point?
The mystery. The quiet. The smile that isn’t always a smile.
Well. Give me Liberty with her hairy pits leading the people any day.
Graham’s frown deepened. I can’t believe your reaction. This is da Vinci, and
one of the most exquisite—
Is this how you think I should be? Because I’m not. I’m not this.
Don’t be ridiculous. It’s a 500-year-old painting! Take a look at the crowds.
I know! I twirled my arms around. It’s crazy if you ask me.
Sh. Keep your voice down.
Ooh. Am I being too loud? Too emotional? Are my eyebrows all ugly and
screwed up?
Graham raised his eyes to the ornate ceiling.
Aux armes! I cried, fist aloft. If you want me I’ll be at Liberty in Room 77.
