Shari raised the rifle and fired on the mother.
Upon being blasted, the mother perked up quite considerably. The fatigue in her posture vanished, and she stood straight as the bags under her eyes disappeared. Her worn out body regained a shapely, beautiful form as her dirty jeans and sweatshirt became a deep maroon-colored dress lined with lace frills. Her chest grew large and matronly, as big as those of Shari's own mother as a long string of pearls draped to the top of her bosom and around the high neck of the gown. A prim, studious attitude seemed to take hold of her as a beautiful layer of makeup was applied to her face, and her simple ponytail grew into a thick, beautiful braid of honey-blonde that coiled at the back of her head.
The mother now held a wicker picnic basket in one slender, manicured hand and a large thermos in the other. A pink picnic blanket was draped over one arm. "Girls," she turned to their daughters. "Be good little darlings and help set out the blanket would you?"
The girls were quick and happy to oblige. In a swift moment, they had taken the blank from their mother's arm and spread it across a clean patch of grass. As everyone found a proper place to seat themselves, the mother began to pass out sandwiches.
With reality settling and memories of what had been fading away, Shari approached the happy family. "Good day to you all. 'Tis a beautiful day for a picnic."
"Oh yes, quite!" the mother said. "There's nothing quite like a day out with my daughters!"
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Shari." Shari curtsied to the mother and her daughters.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Shari", beamed the mother. "My name is Millie."
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