Disguise

“Nice costume!” The glitter-smeared, broken-winged fairy yells over the din. Her breath is thick with alcohol.

He surveys the room, bodies and faces hidden behind an elaborate array of masks, makeup, and flimsy costumes.

“Thank you,” he smiles triumphantly, leaning closer.

She doesn’t yet realize. The party is his disguise.

#Writeober #50WordFiction

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