A Story Of A Short Story

Maude entered and Ginny heard her gown before she saw Maude. The gown was swishing and smacking against walls. "Thank you Mrs. Miller, sorry it took so long, I could not decide what to to wear. Now where is Miss Miller?"

Cami had just walked into the room and I knew exactly what was going happen next. “Hey Cami! We are all going to dress up tomorrow. Do you want to dress up with us?”

"My dear child, let them do their jobs. You must come now, if you stay like that any longer blood will surely stain your costume." With that she was whisked away by the Madame and found that they had gone to the lounge for the performers.

Burn the cake, baby. “Ask me something” her face gleamed with joy, (and some glitter she put on her face, later that day), not like her normal face on some Monday morning. “What” I responded with a flat tone. The gleamed on her face faded. “Come on, Jamie.

Julia patted the young woman on the shoulder as she guided her towards the dressing rooms, “Your dress is all ready for you in the dressing room. Why don’t you go get changed and I’ll be right there to make those final alterations. I imagine I’ll be able to have it delivered this evening.”

“Yeah, but was he crazy about her? I don’t like that one for you,” Jasmine said to Zoe. “Try this color.” She picked out the violet sparkle and reached it to Zoe. “It goes well with your skin color.”

Returning shortly carrying a tray of coffee and cinnamon toast for two, Andrew went out on the patio where Margaret was waiting, and served her first. While sipping the coffee and eating his toast, Andrew asked, “Have you decided what we should get Mark for graduation?”

“—He fingered her up against a tree, there are scratches all down her back.” Sarah told Eva over the giggles of the other girls in the lounge. “He won’t text her now though, so I guess she’ll have to think of someone else to take her to Prep Homecoming.” Eva sniffed her tupperware box and then took a bite.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she softly laughed, shaking her head. She secured the well-crafted twist of hair into place, allowing wisp

“Well, that’s a wrap mija!” she said as she wiped her brow, “I’m so sorry that we kept you so long today, especially with your big

Nâdiya chuckled again, he could feel her smiling in his head, and bounced off the cushions she had been laying off. She stretched for a moment in a very cat like manner, her back legs stretching out one by one and her great wings fanning out high above their heads, before she padded over to him. What were you painting? She asked, gazing up at the canvas through golden yellow eyes.

“Now fluff out your dress and change your petals to the new mud green ones I got for you yesterday at the Sunday sale off Hazel Grove, the ones you are wearing needs to be recolored. No daughter of mine is going to be looking like that, so quickly now, I’ll meet you downstairs!” She said in a huff. Rosie rolled her eyes knowing that her mother's ways will never change. She proceeded to her

“What the fuck is this?” She looks in the mirror, first at her reflection, then at mine. “It’s the meeting of forest and water, twigs and glitter, green and fluorescent pink. It’s what you

“My lady.” He was such a mess that she refrained from cackling at his formal greeting. A forest green tunic hung slovenly off his shoulder, and his hair was unbrushed or maybe mussed

I’m checking out a tester lipstick that leaves a pinkish-plum mark on my inner wrist when Eva strolls by the counter. She spins on her heel and marches my way, a strained smile on her ruby lips. “I didn’t know you planned to meet me here.”