I depended on planners and deadline, while she flitted between tasks, laughing that lists made her even more forgetful. It worked until our boss asked her to book an urgent flight one evening, and she got distracted by booking herself a manicure during lunch. I penciled mine into my calendar and tagged along. She stayed to get a pedicure, our boss at the airport without a reservation, the flight booked to bursting. She never came back. My gentle pink polish mocked me until it chipped and left me wondering what it might be like to paint daisies on my toes.
(This piece is in response to the 100 Word Challenge. Visit to learn more about the challenge and see other responses to this week’s word “forgetful”.)