Guacamole Days

My latest in the Micro Bookends flash fiction contest. They provide the first and last words (FIRST, LADY, respectively) of your story, you provide the middle at a max of 110 words in response to the above photo prompt. My entry:

First time I put the vest on, I vomited on Javier and cursed God. The second time, Javier stood three paces to the left. No vomit that time.

Javier designed the vest himself with its intricate wires and buttons that were meaningless to me. I only needed to know it would work.

It would, he said.

Still my stomach was like guacamole left in the sun, mushy and brown.

On the day when the people were on the streets mindlessly going to their polling stations, it was the brightest day I can remember.

The radiance killed the guac in my stomach.

And to the sheep, I was an invisible lady.

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