Genre:  Fiction

Word count:  100

Glass Houses

“You are nothing but trailer-park trash and a low-life tramp!” shouted Louisa.  “You were born a nothing and you shall die a nothing!”

At first Marta just stared at her, eyes wide and unblinking.

“Is that so?  You’re on husband number what? Four?  Five?   You think furs and jewels can hide where you come from and how you’ve gotten to where you are now?”

Louisa spat out, “At least I have beautiful things!”

“Things? Yes, you have things. I have my Fred, and am happy. I don’t need more things.

“Those who live in glass houses should not throw stones…”

Friday Fictioneers:  100-word stories

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