Asakiyume<p>Lorna had <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/teased" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>teased</span></a> her blond hair into a huge corona around her face. "I'm a lion," she told herself. She felt strong, unstoppable.</p><p>"You dimwit, it's MALE lions that have a mane," her boyfriend chortled when she confided how her do made her feel. "Lionesses don't have manes."</p><p>"I know that! Shut up!" But she felt like a tire that ran over a nail.</p><p>Later, her friend Tracy was helping her comb out her hair.</p><p>"Ditch him," Tracy advised. "That hyena doesn't deserve a lioness."<br><a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a></p>