this morning #328.

this morning, it took every ounce of restraint for her to not be rash about this rosy ol’ rash. “rash” didn’t even scratch the surface of what was going in her lower leg region. it was as if some sadistic beautician had given her a poison ivy leg wrap. since she could find no logical reason for the ruddy outbreak, a visit to a doctor was probably in her best interest. there was a dilemma though. if she was to leave the house, she thought she only had two options—put on pants & endure them rubbing against her calves or bare her legs & scare each & every stranger who she passed. luckily, she remembered the flowing hippie dress her sister gave her. she & her red legs could breathe easy.