Burning the Leopard

For the Fiction Friday Leopard Print Dress Prompt, I present

Burning the Leopard
Word Count:538
Rating:10+
Summary:Independance smells like burning polyester and toasted marshmallows.

It had hung in her closet for a good eight months- since Halloween when she had almost, but not quite, gone to that party as a cavewoman. But, he had called at the last minute- and it really was the last minute- she had already put the stinkin’ bone in her hair- he had called at the last minute to say that he couldn’t make it- emergency at the office- deadline he was about to miss- will make it up to her- promises and kisses and blah, blah, blah yankee doodle dandy- goodbye. So, she had sat there, bone in her hair- held in with about six pounds of styling goo- and ate cold leftover Chinese takeout and marshmallows in the dark- she didn’t have any candy (save the marshmallows) to give the trick or treat-ers, so the dark was mostly self preservation than self pity (but not completely). In the morning, she had hung the dress up and taken another shower- the goo was still in her hair, even after last night’s attempt at toxic waste cleanup- and gone to work. That evening, she got a really short haircut- she was lucky she hadn’t needed a wig- the girl had given her two deep conditioning treatments trying to save her long dark hair, but nothing doing. He had complained about the new do- made her look to boyish- he missed the soft waves twining around his fingers- why was she such a slave to fashion anyway? Ridiculous woman.

And even though that moment when he had called her ridiculous had been the last one he had been able to call her his, she had not let go of him or the ways he made her feel- the good way, the bad way because they were so intertwined, the good and the bad and the good had felt too precious to let go of. But now, now she could see it for what it had been- desperation- because now, now she had done something- not anything much, just mastered a small goal, a trifling really, but it was hers and it was good and she had her own damned good to hold on to, so she didn’t need what he had given her- not one bit of it.

So, she had pulled it- the Leopard Print Dress of Doom- she had pulled it roughly from the hanger and thrown it on top of the pile- pictures and love notes (okay printed out emails) and that ugly scarf his Great Aunt Tilly had knitted for her and the rest of the detritus from their ridiculous relationship. Then she had doused the whole kit and caboodle with lighter fluid and lit them afire. The Leopard Print Dress of Doom sort of melted instead of burning and it gave of a nasty stink- kind of oily from the polyester- as it burned.

The kids who lived next door peeked over the fence to see what she was doing, so she invited them to come on over and found them some sticks and they all roasted their marshmallows together. Before they left, she promised to have some super mondo fantastic candy for Halloween to make up for last year.

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Categories: fiction, very short stories | 6 Comments

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6 thoughts on “Burning the Leopard

  1. I enjoyed this very much – loved the ‘LP DOD’ (leopard print dress of doom). . . and the image of the bone in her hair. . . and especially the ‘will make it up to her- promises and kisses and blah, blah, blah yankee doodle dandy- goodbye.

    What a great line. . . Hopefully – I’ll see you again next Friday.

  2. Wellum Hulder

    Yeah I agree with the earlier comment by KWW that those are strengths of this piece. I also like the use of dashes. It gives a quick rambling effect of thoughts spilling out of the protagonist.

    good stuff.

    Wellum Hulder
    thejunkdrawerneedles.wordpress.com

  3. I love the stream of consciousness thought process woven through it. And I could identify – I remember trying to fix a dog’s Good-o bone in my hair for a fancy dress party as Pebbles.

    There comes those moments, where push comes to shove … and there’s nothing like a little lighter fluid to make it a festive moment. And you really capture that moment well where you get 20/20 vision, clearer and sharper than you ever have had.

    I’d doubt there wouldn’t be a woman out there that wasn’t cheering your character on. I must say I’m never going to look at my leopard print jane of the jungle costume the same way ever again (even if I could still fit into it)

    I look forward to coming back and reading more – you look like you’ve got also sorts of amazing writing here.

  4. Koe, Wellum & Jodi,

    Thank you all for your kind comments. I really enjoyed writing this little story- one of those that just seemed to tell itself. I’m looking forward to trying next week’s prompt, too.

  5. Awesome!! Wonderful read!! I’m amazed at how much people write in 5 minutes!! I barely got a paragraph out!! LOL

    I love the choppiness of the writing – like Wellum and Jodi said – the stream of consciousness of the character. Nicely done!!!

    Posted mine a little late, but I got it up. Check it out!

    That’s my two pence…
    Arial šŸ˜‰

    Arial Burnz – Romance Novelist & Artist
    http://arialburnz.wordpress.com
    http://www.EnchantedWoodz.com
    http://www.EnchantedWoodz.com/arialburnz

  6. Thanks Arial. Like I said above, this one, luckily, just flowed without much work. I’m struggling now with the next thing I’m trying, so you know- it’s touch and go sometimes.

    Will be dropping over to check out you stuff soon.

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