Lillian Mattingly stood merely 4’10” tall. At twenty-three she ran a general store alone. Unheard of in 1857.
Maddie Evenson, wealthy wife of the Mayor, tittered haughtily, “Still no man, yet?” She pointed at the dresses drying fifteen feet up. “Who reaches the high places?”
“And what if a customer…” Maddie sniggered. “…shorts you?”
She guffawed before skipping away in a flurry of ribbons.
Lilly spat. She reached out, her mutant arm stretching twenty feet to the door. Deftly, she batted Maddie’s heel as she exited.
Maddie fell face-first, in a cloud of ribbons.
Lilly called, “I’m managing just fine, thank you.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Look here for the week’s prompt and a blue link to many other stories: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/04/27/29-april-2016/