“You’re never 60!”
Her colleagues stare at her with pure jealousy. She doesn’t look a day over 45.
“What’s your secret?”
“Ah… that would be telling,” she says smugly.
“What moisturiser do you use?”
“Or is it some sort of serum? I’ve heard serums are good, whatever they are.”
“Is it your diet? Are you one of these gluten-free raw keto vegans?”
“Do you have a bit of that Botox every now and again?”
“No! How dare you?”
“Well tell us your secret, then! Why do you look so bloody young?”
She shrugs. “There is no secret. It runs in my family – everyone looks youthful.”
Her colleagues grumble, cursing their own bad luck in the genetics lottery.
She arrives home to her loyal old hound – a giant, shaggy-haired beast with an exceptionally runny nose – dancing from foot to foot, thrilled to see her.
“Good dog! Come here, let’s wipe your nose.” She grabs a tissue, rubs at the dogs snout, then dabs the snotty rag on her own face.
“They’ll never know my secret,” she whispers, while the pooch wags its tail. “Dog snot – the best anti-aging skincare in the world.”
When I want to come up with new stories, I think of a random word or phrase and try to work it into some sort of coherent concept. For some dumb reason that I can’t explain, “dog snot” popped into mind. And that made me think of my Mum’s dog – a huge and adorable German Shepherd/Poodle cross whose giant nose is aaalways dribbling with snot. And somehow, that developed into this very stupid little story.
Now, I’m not insinuating that the dog’s nose dribbles are a part of my Mum’s skincare regime, but now I think about it, she does look younger than her years. Very suspicious indeed…Follow Ellie Scott on WordPress.com