That Green Grass

This was written for The Red Dress Club, a virtual writer's society.
Concrit is always welcomed and appreciated!

Aaah...jealousy. We all have it. We all feel it.
And now we'd like you to write about it. We'll leave it open: you can write about something or someone you envy, or a time when your jealousy got you in trouble, or maybe how it makes you feel to be envious. Whatever you want.
Word limit: 600 My count: 401

Two women arrive, one right after the other, at the doctor's office. Perching themselves on the uncomfortably upholstered bench seats, each one acknowledges the other with a slight smile, but keeps the rest of her thoughts and observations to herself.

12:15 already? Sophie is going to be
hungry soon. Please hurry, Dr. E!

I'm early, Dr. Elliott. I've got a client meeting
at 2, so you need to be on time today!

It's OK, baby! Mommy just needs to
talk to the doctor for a minute.

I hope her appointment isn't before mine.
She's home all day! She couldn't have
made her appointment for when
the rest of us are working?

Oh, I love her shoes... I miss gorgeous shoes.
D'orsay pumps. My favorite. Manolos?
Ooh! Red sole– Louboutin!

At least her baby isn't being annoying.

And her skirt is spectacular. I remember
when I could wear pure white like that.

She is totally a perfect soccer mom.
Cute ponytail, broken-in sneakers,
comfy yoga pants.

I wonder how much she spends on
her hair. The color is amazing!

The baby's curls are adorable.
And such a cute outfit!

Lawyer?

That's totally how I'd dress my baby... if I had one.
I should ask where she... no, that would be crazy.

Investment banker?

But I'd want a boy.

Real estate. Definitely real estate.

Sebastian.

I always loved real estate.

Sebastian James.

I could have been good at it.

I'd call him Baz and I'd
make a damn cute baby.

I'll bet she has cocktails with dinner.
In an up glass. Mmm.... dirty martini.

Why'd Mark have to throw
our relationship away?

Here, Sophie... want Mama's milk?
Where's that nursing shawl?

Oh, I can just imagine how amazing
breastfeeding is. That bond.

Her boobs are to die for.
I wonder if they're real.

I wonder if I could breastfeed.
I'd like the chance to try.

Those earrings have got to be
over a carat apiece.
And I've always loved that
Paloma line at Tiffany's.

All I ever wanted was to be a mom.

I wish I'd kept working. I loved working.

Doing crafts, baking, room mom, PTA...

I love you, Sophie-doll, but...

I would have been good at that.

Mommy has to wonder sometimes.

I have to wonder sometimes.

If this is all there is.

If this is all there is.

I'll bet she has the perfect life.
I'll bet she has the perfect life.