Glitter and Grease

01 | Gilda Gorightly

She wiped the lavender sweat from her forehead and grasped the wrench with both hands. One more turn, she thought. Her blonde hair, twisted in knots at the top of her head, did a good job of staying out of her way. Gilda forced the wrench around and groaned monstrously. She dropped it and pushed out from under the vehicle, gliding on the back of her pink work board.

Gilda popped up and jumped with pointed toes. Landing and standing straight at five foot nothing, thin, but not skinny, she surveyed her work. “I think it’ll run.” She nodded, satisfied.