Author: Pocket Muse PM
"Choose an article of clothing will help you to assume a persona, put it on, and tell a story from this new point of view." Blue suede shoes and Marylin Monroe's white dress. Prompt for my writing exam 1/4. R&RRated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural - Words: 636 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 05-17-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2915588
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This is one of four personal essay/prompt things my writing teacher is having us do for our final exams. Tell me what kind of grade you think I'll make and whoever guesses the closet will win a one-shot or a drabble of their own. You get to choose what you want to happen and I'll write it up for you!
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"Hey, baby," he said to the full length mirror. The man cocked his hips and bent his knee; he wiggled. "Dontcha' know that you got me all'a shook up?" It didn't matter that the shoes pinched at his toes, or that blue wasn't really the best color for his pasty complexion. They were suede. And they made him feel like a sex god.
"Marcello! What in the-" The woman paused in her words. She looked Marcello up and down. She leaned her doughy body against the door frame and her lashes dripped down into what might have been a sultry look on any other face. "Hey, there," she purred, "handsome."
"What's shakin', Antonia?"
"Oh, you know," said Antonia with a hair flip and a chin toss. "Just going to the drive-in with some of the girls. The usual."
Marcello blinked, losing the feel of the shoes for a moment. "Are you wearing that to go to the drive-in?"
"Well, yeah," she replied. "It makes me feel, you know," she whispered: "sexy."
He blinked again and smoothed his shiny black hair away from his forehead; it flopped back against his skin in a heavy curl. Antonia followed his movements. She could just glimpse the bright white of her knee length dress in the mirror. It hugged her curves and dipped dramatically to reveal cleavage and a silver cross necklace rested in the hollow between her collar bones. The dress squeezed uncomfortably around her middle but it didn't matter because it made her hips look like the Venus Di Milo's. She felt the power that comes with beauty rush to her cheeks and stain them a pretty pink.
"Sexy," said Marcello. He ran his eyes down her face, following the curls that framed her round cheeks. He paused at the cross and then continued onwards, taking time to admire the daring cut of the dress, before running over her knees and skidding to a halt at her ankles. "Bare feet aren't sexy."
Antonia blanched and tucked one foot behind the other, awkwardly curtsying before spinning around and scurrying from the master bedroom. Marcello sighed and adjusted the lapels of his jacket. He popped the crisp fabric and then smoothed it down quickly.
In the bathroom, Antonia shuffled through the cabinet, searching for the little blue pills. Her mascara wasn't waterproof and it showed on her cheeks. "Stupid Marcello." Her voice hitched and she hiccoughed roughly. She ripped at the foil covering the pill bottle and turned on the tap. She had moved her hand to her lips, but something stopped her. The dress was too tight and a stitch popped when she breathed deeply. With a frown, Antonia funneled the pills back into the bottle and tugged the zipper down.
Once the weighted white fabric fell to the floor, Antonia wondered what she was doing-she didn't use sleeping pills. She didn't want to wear the dress again. It was bad news. A thought came to her then: Marcello!
She bolted from the bathroom, yelling, "Marcello!" She stumbled down the narrow hallways until she burst into the master bedroom. Marcello wasn't in sight. Antonia felt bumps raise on her bare skin as she walked slowly and carefully past the bed. She peered into the master bathroom and went numb. "OH, MARCELLO!"