This month, the prompts are being provided by WiseWebWoman.
From "A Moveable Feast" by Ernest Hemingway. Photo from front cover of book. (an annual read for me)
WHAT WAS SHE DOING by Granny Annie
Was she picking her nose? Too much whiskey seemed to have
loosened her up. The picture taken could only eliminate the true
celebration and turn it into shameful wickedness. The fellow
next to her with the moustache seemed to be a thermometer for
the group. He tried to jockey the photographer
away before this gathering would slaughter the joyful occasion
into a colorless party of slander. Now the man across from her
was considering picking his nose too.