Standard disclaimer. I don’t own them, I don’t profit from them, but they insist on telling me their stories, so I’m sharing them with you.
- A-line skirt
- nail art
- silk robe
- pink diamond
This story comes a week after T’Pol’s previous story, “I’m Just Joking.”
And now I offer you…
“Was It My Attire?”
“Was it my attire?”
“Oh, Paula – or whatever your real name is- it’s got nothing to do with your wardrobe.”
“I don’t understand.”
“This time I believe you. But it doesn’t matter what you wear: an A-line skirt or Scottish tartan. Dripping in topaz and aquarmarine; a teardrop cut pink diamond or a psychedelic kaleidoscope clutch. You could have the tackiest of acrylic nail art -”
“Is there a point to this listing of these items?”
“Point is, doesn’t matter if you wore a burlap sack, silk robe, or catsuit – you give me goosebumps. You, my dear Vulcan, are luminous.”
Who is T’Pol speaking with?
How did the speaker figure out her secret?
Will there be consequences to being “outted”?
Come back tomorrow for another 100 word installment, or visit the brand-new fanfiction.net series link!