Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Ninety-Four

It was the most expensive hotel in a city of expensive hotels. The exquisite old lady lived there permanently. 

She regularly visited the hotel’s nail bar, and one young manicurist couldn’t help looking with something like lust at the blue-white fire of the diamonds that adorned the fragile hands.

The old lady followed her eyes.

“They are rather wasted on my old hands,” she chuckled.

“Oh no ma’am…”

“They are. But I was young and beautiful when they were given to me.”

“Your doting husband?”

“Goodness me, no. Somebody else’s husband. Gifted to the most experienced whore in Christendom.”

©️jj 2018

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