Story New — Union
The public ceremony neared its end. He looked at her, she at him, the cleansing with soap (a new introduction to the tribe from traders from lands beyond their own) already done.
She took a needle, pressed it to his right earlobe, pierced it. He remained silent as she strung a sacred snow-white feather earring. A moment later, he’d done the same to her.
A whoop arose from all assembled and logs thrown into the bonfire to send sparks, like confetti, to the stars. The Earth would learn of their union when they lay together for the first time.
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Story Old — untitled (from: https://onehundredwordsbyparz.blogspot.com/2018/11/earlobe-confetti-soap.html)
Confetti woven in her hair and Bae’s vicious words stuck in her ears as she closed the bathroom door. Bae — better Bae than Grandma Beatrice, better cool than dried out stool as she liked to say. So of course on her 70th birthday, a bellybutton piercing. Earlobes just weren’t cool enough.
And also as she liked to say, no risk was too big, no molehill too tall, for her totally pathetic and skittish granddaughter.
I’ll show her.
Soap and iodine to disinfect and prep the area, ice cube to get the nub hard, and the needle… Ready?… ready??… Ready. And…
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