Like a Copse

Shariah had turquoise hair and rouge so red. Usually people like this are copse, they’re dead. She must be fifty-years old a teenager said. I rolled my eyes, at this young corn-fed. Fifty is my daughter’s age. She is actually fifty-one, on a yearly gauge. So for him to say fifty as if it is a hundred and two. Made me extra feisty, so I gave him the bottom of my shoe.