Shrew liked to say she was born on the cusp in the month of November, whenever anyone asked what her astrological sign was. Then she’d worry a little when no one got it. She’d sit patiently as that person went through all the traits allegedly associated with either Scorpio or Sagittarius, and compare those to who she was.
“You’re not as bold as you should be,” they’d say, unaware of the insult. “Or outspoken.”
Shrew would exhale, and make her bangs lift.
“Technically I’m as hard as steel,” she’d say. Then she’d pretend to not enjoy their look of bewilderment.
Prompt courtesy of the Daily Post.