Toothbrush

The Toothbrush By Rob Shackleford Everything would be perfect! Sharna would make damned sure of it! At 6am Sharna’s alarm made certain she was up and out of bed, but as the Classic-Hits station blared, she was already awake, applying a quick-dry face-mask of oats, fresh aloe-vera and Himalayan rock salt. Soon after, when she swanned down to the kitchen with her silk dressing gown swishing about her like a purple Morticia, Brendan commented in his good-morning greeting that she looked like she had fallen face-first into cow poo. But today, her head held high, Sharna’s only response was curt…