(The prompt for this week’s 100 word challenge for grown-ups was ‘but I turned it off…’)
I wrapped the soft silk around my hand, letting its weight slip through my fingers like water. Ivory, like my wedding gown.
Raising it, I caught the fragrance of freesias, and remembered hiding my trembling hands behind a bouquet of gold freesias that day.
I needed nothing to hide behind now. No one saw me any more. I’d become invisible.
My cheeks burned. Shame? Or just my body staging yet another trawl for oestrogen?
A voice whispered in my ear: ‘Thou shalt not …’
But I turned it off.
Sliding the negligee into my pocket, I quickly left the store.
Not where I expected it to go, well done!
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Thank you Judee. 🙂
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Nicely done, enjoyed this..could be one to continue…
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Thank you for commenting. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Lovely. I enjoyed reading this. A great insight into the mind of this unhappy lady.
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Thanks for dropping by to comment.
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Yes I think there’s a crisis in progress here … 😦
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Poor woman, beautifully portrayed. Love the twist at the end.
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Thanks Alison. Glad you liked it.
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Lovely description of the memory of the wedding. A note of sadness with that ending, that’s quite honest but also painful. Well done!
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Thanks for commenting. Appreciated.
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Wistful and risky…Thanks for this moment of her life. 🙂
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