Essay on Twin Peaks: A Short Story as a Sales Clerk

“I- i think i'm fine , it’s not that big of a deal “ i reply trying to sound as normal as possible .

“Is everything all right with you now?” I asked having referred to her arm, but was actually prying deeper than that.

“Yes, you there, that man er—young man I spoke to earlier,” she shrilled, clumsily trotting across the street. “Yes, you,” she panted, grasping hold of her centered, skirt slit and swiftly darting across the grass. “Oh it’s wet, the grass is moist,” she wailed. “Yes, you there,” she said again, pointing at me, nearing closer and clamoring up the porch steps. “Oh look, those are some beautiful, Ah—deadly roses!” she squawked, “I think they just made a ladder in my favorite tights.” Her face looked like it was going to sob again, but briskly, she straightened her stance and blew out a sharp breath. “I know,” she said breathlessly, “you're probably wondering what this horrendous woman is is doing in front of you and—oh my god, is this street full of supermodels!” her eyes shifted distractedly, gawking at Gemma. “You look like an angel. Your light, champagne blond hair is so gorgeous, and you're so lean and perfect—how tall are you? She quizzed Gemma.

The shirt still didn’t fit quite right and I didn’t like how the leggings were skin tight. I never thought about how uncomfortable girls clothing could be.

“It’s just that I’m not used to this.” I tried to keep my shaky voice steady, but couldn’t. I figured she would understand, but instead she yelled out,

She stubbed her cigarette on the heel of her shoe and flicked it to the side. It was time for her break, which would have amounted to five or six minutes, and instead of going to greet Cecil she lingered on stage with her back turned in his direction. She removed her compact mirror with intentions to spot-check her makeup. What she saw did not displease her: her eyes were outlined with mascara and kohl, the dark red tint to her lips had yet to run, and her rouge still looked quite nice against her pale complexion. She wore a beige-colored dress that came a few inches above her knees, exposing her stocking-cladded stick thin legs. The dress was straight and loose and covered her boyish figure. She wore a long bead of pearls around her neck. And if one looked close enough, they could see a dust of freckles over her button nose. She was everything her parents hated about the younger generation. No wonder they had set her up with such a

Kathryn gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a brave, clumsy, tea drinker with dirty eyebrows and charming lips. Her friends saw her as an ancient, angry artist, but she's been trying to fix her image. Once, she had even saved an obedient puppy that was

I must have winced, because she let my hands go and sat beside me. She pulled her blue hood down, exposing her now tousled hair. I opened my mouth to speak, but she placed a finger to my lips, silencing me. She slid her arm in between the cushions of the sofa and my back, and let her forearm hang loosely over my shoulder.

I let out a sigh of relief I didn't realize I was holding in. "Good," I mumbled to myself.

I was so scared to respond, and get stuffed into a locker again, so I didn’t say anything. Which obviously was not the right choice because he picked me up by the shirt collar and he exclaimed

“And you were so jealous of that doll, you used to actually pull it out of her grasp.”

"Noo" She groaned, fighting the two older girls. "It's hot." She weakly pushed their hands away.

I rolled my eyes at her effort to make me drop the subject. Instead of calling her out on the lie she told me, I bit my tongue.

The king sealed and bolted the door, then looked up. Mithian sat well across the room at her vanity. She had a large hairbrush in her hand and her long brown hair hung down loose. She wore a peignoir of some sort. The white material was gauzy and lacy, with flowers embroidered along the bust line and the bottom hem. She also wore a matching wrap. Little skin was

“Look down at your outfit,” Alice said with her eyes wide. When Jane looked down she almost passed out because of how beautiful her outfit was.